I am a stranger
In a land filled with stagnant souls.
I am a dancer.
An Amazon woman
More than most men can handle
Because they do not see my fragility,
An empty seat where the markers for tender touch
And virtue wait.
I cry for it in my loneliness
At night, in the darkness.
Even the shadows linger
In an attempt to soothe
But do not.

I wait again for the sentinel
But only hear the echoes
Of whispered promises -
A mist in the burning sunshine of this new day -
Vaporous degeneration.
I wait for the truth to materialize again,
Solid in a world of swirling opacity,
I am not overcome.
I stand strong and still.

And I know
With a sure heart and calculated steps
That my path is directed,
My vision clear,
My prayers have all been heard
And answered
While I persevere...

11/12/2005

Posted on 11/12/2005
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