I looked upon the deadened floor
Slowly shook my head

silent winds of dusky heat
I took to my heels

My life in fleet

of crowed calls and screaming sadness

I just wanted to be with you

Sometimes the hollow
of silence

Reeks a pitiful cry

Can they see
feel
touch
with only a drought ridden
gasp

Were the rains held back?

What stirs amongst

a sleeping baby

so tired of the walk
of crossing seasons

Can I look to leave alone

One more breath just one more

My stance shall move me on

for I must
in footsteps of old

move forward
and take the fold