I try the warmth of poppies,
Like a substitute sun
They light the corners of my sight.
I fill and overflow with gathering.
From my fingers
The urchin trusts his darkness
And takes a single flower.
I watch your intense gaze mirroring your emotions,
Feel a sorrow that life cannot always answer our deepest
Wasted hours seem to flee us when our souls are yearning,
But days pass, and new consciousness arrives.
Aloneness can be treasured, not misused.
We are what time has made us,
What is present and past is now.
Something deep in me is casting my destiny,
And I am following alone.
Sometimes I glimpse fulfilment, overpowering in unerring
I cannot help but follow without compromise
To find the essence of all truth – my God.