Moon Night Wind
i heard the voice
of a man
i couldn’t see
who spoke a language
i couldn’t understand
who dreams a dream
of a life
returned or free
just a man
nation-less
with somewhere to be
i found a mirror lost
in a desert sand
time falling from my hands
i heard a man
who dares to speak
finger drawn words
and dirty window seasons
moon night wind
in a poet’s words
i heard in language free
reasons to bleed
reasons to believe
i heard the voice
of a man i could see
whispering tree
in a language
a man could understand
across a tree
of life, growing in a deep sand.
- w. jude aher
Copyright © W. Jude Aher | Year Posted 2011
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