I have a place to sleep,
all through the night..
And love waiting
for my return..
To the window,
I go again…
and see the moon
gaze at the poet.
And you are
no longer a ghost,
and I no longer
wait for light.
Isolation poem
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 