What can I do…
What can I do in this
…unnerving stillness
The darkness settles over me
Like a mask I hide my face inside it
To howl and weep!
And I’m not sure where heaven is
Or if they’ve gotten wind of this
The sensitive prick …of a beautiful flower
The prolonged passing …of another hour
Daylight comes and stings my eyes
Shinning a proof
…I have made it through
What else can I do?
Craddling each breath
Until the night I receive my gift
And wake up with you
Philosopher Poet with Dreams 