Turmoil

Red as a flame heart memory The honeysuckle keeps our history You were cool water, and agony Walk barefooted in you. Solitary Tree beside the bend of the gate, The wind that whispers there I too they said then "too late" And I ran away in fear. I hear Them now lipsing languishing words Turning reasons upside down, just As the wind a fallen leaf. Trust Was what we lacked, and I lacked More. I went not forward nor back But like a mound at the root Piled my days up, burried all truth, Because I could not face alone Days empty as the dead man's bone.