Beneath a dark blue,
and dimming sky.
A lover caught
dancing on the sea.
Trembling with
love awakened.
Each touch a slow
and regal grace.
All of my fantasies
come true, as I
rush to your lips –
out of control.
Why weep in silence
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 