4-11-2012 Because It Is Time For A New One Edition
Alone and deep in thought I measure out
the most deserted fields, with slow, late steps,
with eyes intent to flee whatever sign
of human footprint left within the sand.
I find no other shield for my protection
against the knowing glances of mankind,
for in my bearing all bereft of joy
one sees from outside how I burn within.
So now, I think, only the plains and mountains,
the rivers and the forests know the kind
of life I lead, the one concealed from all.
And still, I never seem to find a path
too harsh, too wild for Love to always join
me and to speak to me, and I to him!