Once, a starfruit love –
now scattered pines.
Hands getting colder,
and a space between us.
Sunrise says,
whatever happens.
The song of the
mountains, and sea –
is all that separates us.
A tale on the island
A Wandering Poet
As I walk around I like to record what I experience. Through poetry, ideas and thoughts I hope I can share some of these experiences with you.
A Wandering Poet 