The Tourist

It was the twinkle in your eye,
That incandescent sojourning
Yearning adventure outside my arms.

Before you left without a word
You sighed and cried—those eyes that lied.
It was those tears that said goodnight.

It’s not your fault, I should’ve known
You always were a wanderer,
And this was just a passing by.

– g.w.



“How do you know that you love me?”
You asked as if love has to be
Confined to this reality.
How can I grasp the Milky Way,
That grand glittering disarray;

Or cup the sands beneath the sea
Of deep uncharted mystery?
But rest assured, my cosmic lover;
With you there cannot be another.

– g.w.