W-I-L-D-E-R-N-E-S-S!

We have never been strangers to this place.
This place, where we bend the wind to our will.
Yes! The place where the shadows can erase.

i remember how it made the sun still,
and later we had the waters in dreams.
it, held the teeth of heat with words and skill.

It had memories abashed by lost themes,
and stars became paintings for the undead.
Their tale and my tales were told with two teams.

i do not forget, i’ve never misread,
the boats made with sand, the one like an Ark.
It carried water, with those words unsaid.

This place is not home, it bore not the mark,
just to be so sure, its night has no spark.

Ruddapoet Rudolph