All I have left
I am kneeling in the dust,
my face covered with a veil of hair.
Far away in the distance
I hear your whispers in my heart,
just beyond my reach
I feel the closeness of your presence;
with blinded eyes I sense
a knowledge of your beauty.
You drop your
dearest name for me into my mind
like a little daystar in a meadow.
I am barren, wayward, broken –
but my tears belong to you.