Should desires always be
fulfilled on any soil.
Or must we wait
for a great grandfather’s time.
The stars know everything,
and the sleepwalkers
are drawn to the moon.
But my hand is still dreaming.
Any Given Sunday
Should desires always be
fulfilled on any soil.
Or must we wait
for a great grandfather’s time.
The stars know everything,
and the sleepwalkers
are drawn to the moon.
But my hand is still dreaming.
A Wandering Poet 