Part III · The Des Moines / Post-Military Era (2000–2015)
I am a man, shrouded…
But by what, I don’t know.
In love with love, with it’s mystery and thrill,
Sometimes I wonder if it’s from my heart or my will.
I think of her, too far, far away…
In a room with one light, as is mine.
And wonder: are there
More differences, or
More similarities, between
The two of us—
Who we are—
How we live—
What we aspire to be?
And all through the day…
And all through the night…
Through hours both sleeping and awake,
I remember her letter, and how her hand was shaking…
And wonder if that isn’t mine doing the same.
One more similarity.
Not voiced.
Just known.
But one thing I do see,
And I don’t know whether to
Embrace it or turn it away.
For although I recognize its grace,
I am not yet found.
If she can find me, perhaps I can find myself.
And maybe that is love.
But the sun will shine on me
Like it always does…
And the night will creep…
I will be like the sun. I will shine,
And only hope to be able to share
My warmth with her.
Composed 2000 · part of the Poems collection · authorship documented on the Provenance page.