The corners of my mind are cluttered
With the Empty Spaces Your absence dotes
O Love! Where are your broken Chords?
The raging Galaxies in Your eyes haunt me
Delivering scars and soul-ghosts to bite at my mistaken misstep
No angels in the mists of old age taunt my gaze now
None but Your wicked, heartless halo
Which Atmosphere holds Your faith but mine and my Spirit?
Where are Your mercies and Your withdrawn love if not in my hands?
Thinks You I have room for Another?
Even the stars touch my sorrow
And weep
Do You not hear their pleas?
“Bring Your heart out of the empty Constellations of unbidden love
This Country is no place for the injured or lonely
Or lost…”
Do You not hear the Morning cry itself to sleep?
I hear…
Come, my Heart, come…