My heart and my feet long to travel
I woke at 3am and lay with my dreams
held them close
wrapped them warmly around my lover and me
let them seep into our skin
permiating the cold November morning

By this time next week
I'll have put so many miles between myself and this life
Waking up far from this barren and unforgiving place
too far for memories or persistent
zombie eyed ghosts to follow

Along the way I will untell my story
and
at last
free the bird in me

Gainor Ventresco Laney

http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-untelling/