Poetry From A Non Poet 3

lago

 

I saw the water it went on forever

I felt the wind on my face

Heard the sounds of language

Drifting up to the roof

 

The sight of the island drawing near

A stranger in a not so strange land

The stairs climbed to unknown heights

The sun kissed my soul

 

Listening to the almost silence

Not thinking only feeling

Why can’t all days be like this

Why can’t I discover with you

Written and Published by Don Leach. May not be used without permission from the author.