vigil.

My farm,

My farm and yours

churns restlessly in a storm.

Red dusks at night,

my grass,

baked and dry,

keeps animals searching until sleep.

Resting sun

breaking out of the hilltop

as awake as us,

faithful in promise.

Quiet in heat,

eye of chance

fermenting the air to stifle,

stares fixed in its path.    

Close up

the earth moves away,

burnt and frozen,

silenced in bloom.

Hopeful of time and distance,

Your eyes

deep and serene

glow brightly into me.  

Hope, my angel,

your voice rouses animals from the shadows

the earth blossoms again

silent in monsoon,

our tears shall feed the circle

and she shall close her eyes

and rest again.