The Loneliest Place in the World
Winter in greater latitudes
Provides evenings long and dark.
Mind considers matters of heart
I die in the beatitudes.
A star’s coaxing of the orbits
Supple skin of varied texture
Mind’s eye can see varied mixture
Of my life’s own dark counterfeits.
Long without communication
Abundant space for quiet nights.
Candle dim quiet occasion
As with my poor lost sprit’s flight.