Still Her star-beams speak
Within the forest glade
Of how my dark-self sleeps, back to Earth,
And waiting in a cave
 
 

Atop the Moor: a wind, howling
Below frost-making stars.
There seems an understanding here
Where Sky meets goddess Earth
While I walk remembering the salacious warmth
Of you:

So soft, your touch
I was helpless and lost
Within my desire for you.

I waited for your heart and mind
To engage:
I was missed by bullets, then
When they came too close
(See, the scar)
And ever since I have lived the Abyss
Ready to laugh
And carrying my home on my back.

An African sun taught me patience.
There we were, bush weary and dry
Like a broken well
Threading our way at night
Toward a foreign shore,
Our comrades dead.
True, it was a slow journey, and terrible:
What are words, after that?
 

Still, Her star-beams speak
Within my forest glade
Of how my dark-self sleeps, back to Earth,
Cave-waiting for some war.

DWMyatt