L C Vieira
L C Vieira Poems
'Unworthy of this wilderness,
a majesty too great for kings,
lakes and rivers, wide as dreams,
moving faster than my words;
I'm humbled by this wilderness,
I have so little left to hold.
Few are these last provisions;
I am but a guest out here.
I am so small beneath these tall trees;
some fall hard as others rise.
High winds lift them up 'round me;
drum beat step in their own time.
Bright sun sneaks to hide each day,
so stars more brilliantly can shine.
Dancing native spirit skies,
calm us now, these anxious souls.
There is no moment like this one with you,
no bed as welcoming,
no morning to greet me as you do.
You cover me with goose down
and warm legs around me,
cooling my long-night heat
with frozen grapes for my lips.