When despair
attained new heights.
Half wrecked and crinkled.
Who was there?
Nobody.
Just me and a butterfly.
Stretching out from the centre.
In my minds eye.
Everything was clear.
Life is enough.
Until the day it ends.
A butterfly on my window
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 