I suffered, with my heart
singing to the stars.
Ice and moonlight cold.
But everything is lovable.
And when I saw your inner beauty.
Love was no longer the person.
And my soul no longer ached
She was the ocean
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 