Christopher Buxton

From sunset to dawn – nurtured in the sky of hope,

under the darkening solitude of space

shouldering my earthly lot

over the glowing coals of shame;

through the grief of a hundred torments,

through exceeding smart and distances

driving the risky curves of time –

I return to you again! – Have I left it too late?

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Your eyes watch me with a quiet tenderness

and your rough hands are still soft in their caress.