To The Poets (2008)

That which makes me
one of you,
Raw
Still bleeding
Lost
Amidst the flotsam and jetsam.

That, which from my earliest memory,
knew, and so loved, you,
Terrified
Disillusioned
Still wandering
The ascetic, perfecting wilderness.

That, which for as long as I could,
clutched you to me,
Lonely
Forlorn,
Desperate
For your whisper once again in my soul.
RWR