Alone With My Own Poem by irenio irenaeus bero

so entranced in thought i sit
sailing a ship carrying
the remembrance of all the places i have been
some pleasures die and some rise
with golden sparks of hope
fresh surprises curl with passion
as i learn to forget the joys i had

i sail across the circumstances i have
and begin to realise how spontaneous life can be

i baked her love in my heart so she could taste it on my soft lips
and feel the warmth on my taned skin
if the earth is always turning
then i am fiorever becoming
if time waits for nothing
then for what do the worlds watches wait