When the stormy
winds blew strong.
And I stood alone.
An old love-song came by.
Grown on two islands.
Wild patterns of yearning hearts.
And now my lady can see.
This is love.
That fins the waters,
mountains and all the sky.
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 