I belong to faraway journeys
that began long ago or once upon a time…
then drifted far from the map.
Those season-caravans roll along still,
finding and losing, then finding again
oases, storms, and sometimes, home-bound tracks….
I belong to the evening star
as it blows, gently, shining dreams into
sleep-fed eyes, then holds back one,
and hides it in her breast to sigh upon
when a sometime evening grows sad…