Within the courts of love,
I was left, alone.
An exile, neither
heaven or times known.
Only you came to me,
with the strength of legends.
A bird of flight, lithe
and tawny – to hit my
moods height.
You came to me
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 