Read, dream, write.
But don’t think.
But I heard life
calling me.
Like an island sea,
small movements
that guide.
This is not so
black I thought.
And walked towards
you with love and
desire blooming.
Wrapped and tied by time
A Wandering Poet
As I walk around I like to record what I experience. Through poetry, ideas and thoughts I hope I can share some of these experiences with you.
A Wandering Poet 