Wandering Thoughts Poem by Anitha Vijayakumar

My mind and heart, they softly roam,
To distant lands, yet feel no home.
They drift like clouds in skies unknown,
In search of you, where love is grown.

I follow paths I've never seen,
Through fields of gold, through shades of green.
Yet something pulls, a tender plea,
Perhaps it's you they long to be.

They whisper secrets in the night,
Of finding rest in your soft light.
For though they wander, lost and free,
I think they want to stay with thee.

So here I stand, with quiet plea,
May my heart settle next to thee.