Wanderer to the Sun

Wanderer above the Sea of Fog (1818)

Caspar David Friedrich “Der Wanderer über dem Nebelmeer”

There are whole symphonies waiting to erupt, unseeable landscapes that spring up every time you reach for me. Your touch is all story, all drum beat and legend around the fire. When you leave, ghost worlds are left behind; they whisper and raise the hair on my skin. It is time to ascend the mountain again.

About thepoetsglass

Professor, poet, philosophical dilettante, plus some other impressively heady alliterations. Instructional designer and copywriter. Cognitive neuroscientist by night. Self-diagnosed coffee addict, sometime dancer, brooding bibliophile, and an always salty sailor.
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