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