to know His passion
under many moons
in the south
and when He said
I'll make us a man
His loneliness
I've come to know
walking the desert
not knowing
the exact moment
when soul meets
body
to depart too soon
to greet
what do I do
with the knowledge
of you
growing for seven
short weeks
and how do I close
the eyes of my heart
against the loss
of someone
I never knew
in this autumn
but, alas……….
on top of that high dune
which is a mountain
the skies will talk to me
in refined rain
Elna Nel
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/autumn-child/
