Eternity Roams


eternity roams
inside me I can’t
help but travel

forever wondering
the mind and space
on earth as in dreams

seeking some order
chasing the waters
harmony to fill me

deep from the inside
to make me a lake
alas at home




This poem is part of the bilingual poetry collection California Notebooks 01  on sale on Amazon. If you wish you can read the Italian version on the post previous to this one titled Armonia.

8 responses »

  1. the spirit needs a safe place to roam, and rest is something we can’t do without, I passed a homeless man, worse for booze, bag by his side, early morning, he had the look of a wild river, with nowhere to go, thanks for the poem, hope your week goes great, amen

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