WASTED AND WEARY

I look to the trees—

find the wind and the poison bite and the way home;

your faith in the forgotten torch.

I look to the rain—

you to the rocks and the light;

we are just passing ghosts, all that leads to your soul, you,

alone in shreds, alone in the poison bite,

and your door I must keep.

I look to the trees—

hold the path that leads to your soul;

hold the path of our passing ghosts, all that leads to me.

I look to the rain—

seeing things that lead to me, I carried the lanterns high,

working so hard for our survival, alone in the rain;

our survival, alone with the forgotten torch.

I look to the trees—

your faith in the poison bite, I follow the forgotten torch;

I follow the rain alone in the poison bite.

(October 18, 2011)