Upon earth’s upturned mirrors the shy moonlight reflects
As turbulent skies’ light bounty my rocky path collects.
Despite the storm assailing me my footsteps do not halt,
As I with heavy heart weather the woes of my own fault.
The flag is straining eager, taut against its upright tether,
As if it would with smiling stars dance in the sky forever;
But see the clouds glare darkly down, they hurl at me their tears
They lonely know my secret kept; the secret of my fears.
In time a body’s wound will heal, its agony forgot,
But my mind torments with a pain of memory begot.