You emerged
from my exile.
To cover my soul.
A magpie cooing,
and shout from the sea.
In trees of light,
stretching to
crowd the sky.
I now see hope,
and fire dances.
High, high
among the stars.
Where were you then
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 