“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
The Lonely Author 
We are all vagabonds in love all roaming and searching for our other halves. 😊
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That is so true Pia. So true. Happy you enjoyed my little poem.
Thank you for your words and lovely support.
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Yep, that’s you! How are you feeling??
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“Aching to explore the lines of your palm,” makes me think of her hand against your cheek, looking into your eyes. What a beautiful poem. I hope your paths do cross.
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Oh, my. You gave me such a delicious image. Her hand my cheek.
Thank you for sharing your beautiful, poetics thoughts.
I appreciate your kind words.
Bless you.
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your writing blows me away, every – single – time!
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Grateful for your beautiful comment. Thank you for sharing your thoughts.
Happy you enjoyed it. Thank you.
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This is an interesting depiction of a lover. Vagabond generally has negative connotations.
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The vivid longing of a person in love, just makes me in love… 🥰
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Smiling at your beautiful comment. Thank you for sharing your wonderful thoughts.
I treasure your visits.
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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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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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Smooches
Thank you for your wondderful support and words.
You have made a big difference in my life.
Couldn’t have made it without you
❤️
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As always your poems just make me wonder why on earth is this poet so far ?
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What a gorgeous thing to say.
I am humbled by yur words.
Where are you?
Sorry, for the super late response. I have been struggling with illness and a fnally
catching up.
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