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.


Why are you so obsessed
With trying to shine so bright,
When in infinite darkness
An ember becomes the Sun?


“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.