You Have Not Put The Love In Place

You Have Not Put The Love In Place

A lone wound and a
silent sorrow. Where the fugitive will
go? The migratory moon wants to stay.

Trying to remember how
to die under a Bo tree like Buddha.
The wolves sit down to wait.

Not yet the door has opened.
The direction of collapsed dreams leads
to the nailed path in the woods.

Reviews

[emmajoygreen]

Such a sad but visual poem. Leaves prints on the mind, makes the heart tremble with and for you.