If the sun were a God and the moon a queen,
I would offer up my broken request
on time-bent sanctimonious rays.
Grant we may be found somewhere in between.

Hear this voice in dire need, suffering affliction
as it wanders whispered halls,
follows an empty vessel veiled in seclusion
in search of genuine connection.

Others are clueless, have not learned to see
they are lost and wander the paths of fools
cloaked in endless niavete.
We walk alone, in solitude and seek security.

I will listen for the words only druids hear
and garner life's greater wisdom.
There lie many truths to be learned,
to be applied as a balm on our wounds of Fe.

2001 Angelina L. Shafer
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