Through the cracks
in the earth,
a light blue sky.
And a mountain graced
with your sweet flesh.
A theme without variations –
watching me, touching me.
All feelings in flames,
and our souls
changing bodies.
A gust rises
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 