I took my eyes
along the river.
Step after step,
asking how
should I live.
I lost my wife;
I lost my life.
And nothing to
come will be so real.
The birds and the
fish stopped by
in steel fashion.
And forgave nothing.
Empty of you,
I moved on.
River walking #2
I took my eyes
along the river.
Step after step,
asking how
should I live.
I lost my wife;
I lost my life.
And nothing to
come will be so real.
The birds and the
fish stopped by
in steel fashion.
And forgave nothing.
Empty of you,
I moved on.
A Wandering Poet 