Somebody, I Think, Knows Me Now Poem by L.B. Temuco

Where I sit I feel nothing
except the crescent wings of my eyes
touching some dark sea
on which the sails of a distant ship
flicker like phosphorus
I sit with the moon on my hand
I want to smile the saddest smile
I want to shut all the windows
and listen to rain on glass
I want the fragrance of the honeysuckle
to kneel and touch at dawn
the dark venous skin of the almond tree
I know if I sleep
I will loose this peaceful solitude
I do not want to sleep
because I will wake searching with my arms
I love something but it is faraway
I love it from here
like a disappearing river
I bend to kiss its waters as it passes
Let the past rest where it is
float away like a burning tomb
even if I love what I do not want
I will know myself
be kind to myself
I am blessed with myself
somebody will know me
somebody I think knows me now
and it's just knowing
and anyway I will wait for the dawn
to come and sing to me
I am the young Queen of the Cherokee
ravens in my hair
I walk slowly like the light
at dawn