You showed me the sea.
Eyes closed,
the waves rushing on.
I found your hand,
and held it for the last time.
A sweet summer horizon,
no longer tormented.
Farewell, you passed
as all things do.
And my dream
went wandering.
Where I found you
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 