To Where You Truly Belong
Here I stand alone, to where my strength is my solitude,
wide open to the hounds of age on the ravages of tides,
battered by the storms of loneliness, I remain,
singular in vision and at one with my pride .
Quiet of field, pastured and solemn in respite…
…you will not see my subsidence upon this Fall ,
where Mother Nature’s presence yields my politest smile
next to the door of her Winter’s call .
I’ll stand tall, strong and fearless by sight,
still , amidst arriving flurries of the morrows snow ,
which will sit silently light on shoulders stripped bare of emotion
from the life of which now, I forego .
Minutes slip, hours pass, tears roll by wills of the moons
…days ride, months toil and a year gained ,
as I stare long over a stagnant horizon of little change…
…..yet I still forever am a remaining soul without you.
Here I stand , my strength is my solace in continuing grief,
I’m now wise to torrents of blizzards in cold temperate song ,
waging solitary battles to ward off the beasts of brutal sadness…
and breathe right here, to where you truly belong .
Nick Hawkins, © all poetry rights reserved 18.07.17