Waiting for you.
I look upon our meeting,
the fruit of this absurdity.
One day the wind blows, they say.
But my love knows no time.
Heaven and earth, just names.
If I do not meet you again.
Trust me as your poet.
Our love shall burn forever.
Flowing far away
Waiting for you.
I look upon our meeting,
the fruit of this absurdity.
One day the wind blows, they say.
But my love knows no time.
Heaven and earth, just names.
If I do not meet you again.
Trust me as your poet.
Our love shall burn forever.
A Wandering Poet 