Love I wear proud
like a cape, and loneliness,
and Sorrow, I huddle beneath
a blanket when the Night is thick,
before it is split open
like a marble by the Sun,
spearing light shafts plenteous and true
from the all-powerful Sky.
In this land, we know ourselves,
but we do not know you,
O stranger, come
out of the wilderness of yourself.
Tell us your story.
We are eager to hear
of what things have befallen you
upon this great, rolling Road
that carries on.
09/24/2016
West Vancouver