Kampanje Aubrey

I Who Have Nothing

I with nothing
but the luggage of hope
and moonbeams
inside my hands

must hound on,
until my loves lonesome land
harbours the heels
of your heart.

Am not like
a summer cloud
that's white and shiny
adorning the treadless skies

I've been stolen
by a certain darkness
because you passes me
with sleeping eyes.

I must hound on,
Before your season departs
and leave a desert
on my field,
I must hound on

Until my soil blends
with the roots of your heart,
sumptuous the
blossoms upon
our ...