Wistful

The whispers on the breezes
Tell of things far off
Of man and land and mystery
And secrets long since lost

I look to distant places
For a change of pace
And wonder if I’ll ever
Get to such a place

Taunting little pixies
Frequent through my head
Giving me new dreams
To create in ink and lead

Impish muses tease me
On my heart they pull
Giving me new longings
Making me wistful