My thoughts still cling
to the smoldering past.
No one standing between us,
only the plum rain.
Love and lust,
and water that glistens.
Rain has never
been more beautiful.
The feel of nature,
shadowing us into the night.
Waiting on a friend
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 