God knows
My missionary soul
Has tried to quell these cravings.
But just when I thought
Embers were cold
The water tepid
Dancers long gone…
Distant rhythms of desire
Drum incessently in my heart
When I dream of you being near.
~ Elizabeth Caldwell Grant
2 replies on “Lost Tribe”
Your poetry presents a skillful blending of the tender and the tragic, the essence of the mortal experience. Well done.
Thank you!