So, I have left.
Like a long
dawn it is over.
The silver throats
of the foreign birds
finally silenced.
But I am still on her lips.
Naked in her wombed room.
And my true love and I
are still together.
And so it begins….
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 