The warnings never sunk in.
Unlike you, I did not
follow nostalgia.
Nor looked at the
stars too long.
Seared into my aching
bones, is the most beautiful one.
Who whispers to me gently.
Calling my name,
and knocking at my heart.
All to preserve my
determination and free spirit.
A sleeping passion,
to move beyond this neglect.
And our encounter, once again.
A Wandering Poet 