Travel

I long to travel:
Wanderlust tugs at my soul.

Maine screams my name,
The ocean calls for its siren far away.

Salem calls me,
Whispering tales of young girls lost to time.

Montreal commands me:
The lady of the Cathedral awaits me.

Virginia cries, longing for my return.
Her rivers swell with tears.

The Painted Desert shrivels under the sun's harsh gaze,
wishing its adventurer's return.