Will there be a mother this night
lost in this desert of dreams...

I stoop my head in wonder
As your cool radiance lances my being...

As you turn and trap me in the lidded gaze
of eyes torn to a cold and searing rage...

Change gathered and windblown
in a high hillside hollow...

I will lie down in grasses green
and face toward the East...

I will tell you a story
of a man who saw the face of God...

I Wonder
If you were to ever know...

Bow down in lonely guilt
beneath this gaping cross...

I will slide down high thermals
to where the deep sky caress's the blue...

I then came to stand before them
those heroes of Crown and Kingdom...

Take one long and final step
though the pages of a holy book...

Creation's whims dance
and fall as they may...