In anguish I am,
do not leave my tortured soul
behind the unseen bar-
a fire within me, is lit, like Mizar
and Achenar, from the town of
Aduwa I may seem, ashen butt
of a cigar near death, pray reveal
other side of blue,unbar the shutters
so that I may release the smoky coil
pray remove the mysttic veil, bare is
the tree- I long for leafy green Spring,
when love awakens pure souls in
wakeful hearts, knowledge enlightens
Without the light of love all life is forlorn.

In Response to Christine O’Conner

In Response to Kerfe Roig