Beneath the Darkness
She walks the tree-lined evening way,
scattering spectres of the past
subordinated to her command.
The animals maintain their gaze
without fear,
accepting her
as one of their own.
She acknowledges kinship,
but wishes to be left
to her wounds,
believing there is work to be done
between them.
Ready for battle
should they refuse to be tamed,
a peaceful resolution remains her goal.
Beneath the darkness, there hides a gentle soul.
His Last Return
I'm waiting by the edge of wilderness,
the point from whence my love has disappeared.
If I must wait forever, then I must.
The woodland sneaks, replete with cleft and cave.
He pushed within, wee sacrificial lamb;
still soldiers on, unmindful of his cares.
Though I have often suffered, I am sure,
as I have seen the wildness in his heart,
these eyes will also witness love once more,
for I am clear of motive and of mind,
support him every twist and turn of his.
Somewhere beyond, he weighs my words for proof.
Our chimney smoke still rises high above.
I stoke the flames, peel carrots, warm the stove
and patiently await his last return.
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