A big wind is blowing,
blowing on tears
from 58 years….
A wedding, some births,
the first kiss and taking
loneliness for non – loneliness.
I see the passion of history,
stumbling before me.
And your love
comes close again.
Awake again at 5am
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 