We present this work in honor of the 15th anniversary of the poet’s death.

 

A lone tree I am
in this far reaching desert
on this sorrowful plain
I have no soul mate
no one whose steps tread in unison with mine
the friendly murmur of streams
the happy rush of springs
die in a space far away
and my ear
fills with parched strains of solitude
In this desert
I have terrifying companions;
hail of pain, cloud of fear,
and wild downpour of sorrows
within me howls the clamor of
wolves of loneliness.
In this darkness of night
my heart does not quicken
with thoughts of tomorrow.