I stand upon the
unknown sky’s brink.
Another journey about to begin.
One foot here and
the other closer to you.
My days may die, one-by-one.
But I will stay an honest
guest, upon this earth.
My mind unregulated by others,
until the end of my journey.
And when the dew-drops
vanish from the leaves,
and only passion is left.
I will hold you in my
arms, once again.
The way a man learns to exist.
A Wandering Poet 