And then the night came.
All things stood still.
‘It is lovely’
I said to myself.
The sheer black dreaminess,
counted and saved.
Catches the thread
of happiness.
In a single moment.
Precious to the earth
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 