Solo Journey

Voyagers out have always been overzealous,
those of whom you hear, ventured, bold
favor fortunes, but this you know. You wish
lights beyond lights, and this is the call,
Just a taste of sugar to be claimed Sugar-land
electric. The words flow etheric and voltaic and
catch fireflies in our nets, beauties, to show.
this story is finding its mind and comes through,
unbidden, fetched by crook of finger, to language.