a vagabond in love

Everyone has ocean’s to fly, if they have the heart to do it. Is it reckless? Maybe. But what do dreams know of boundaries?” – Amelia Earhart, aviation pioneer, author, the first female aviator to fly solo across the Atlantic Ocean. 

a vagabond in love

i am a dreamer
a lonely beachcomber
wearing poetry on my sleeve
longing to accompany the morning sun
through the windows
of your most intimate dreams
aching to explore the lines of your palm
roam the curves of your ripped jeans
and should our paths never meet
i will always be
a vagabond in love
remembering your soul
wandering every cherished memory


15 thoughts on “a vagabond in love

  1. Lovely poem. I was at the annual conference for the Pacific Ancient and Modern Language Association last week. I attended a few academic poetry readings, not very good really. I also participated in an open mic with professors and students who do guerrilla street poetry. They had great poems. Your poetry is excellent and much better than some of the “top academic” poems I heard.

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  2. Ahhh, the vagabond poet strikes again with such beautiful words and poetry in his sleeve. I especially love “longing to accompany the morning sun through the window of your most intimate dreams.” So many layers of right within that.

    On another note, I hope you are recovering well, I know that sympathy will not be what the doctor ordered, but I did feel for you… be well xo

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