smoke, dancing in your hand,
pulls me back to a time
simple and free
-though seemingly not then…

now i long for those days; when
sun rose behind the trees at dawn
and set while the moon’s shine glowed
and all was constant with peace

my star, shining within darkened nights,
lights my way no more..
not because I don’t want it, but because
life’s dull blade cut it out

and i am dead….

lost to a world of pain, and shame
and guilt…fearful of what may be
and what is never to be
and what is longing anyway

but hunger in my soul….

bedfellows of grief
haunt my dreams and line my waking steps
with dis-ease
i call out for release; there is no relief

so i hunger here… alone… waiting for sweet retreat