The Sad Plains Poem by RIC BASTASA

because i feel you
you have become as beautiful as ever

the seasons come and go
winter and summer

and then i feel you no more
and silently i see that ugliness in you

but because i love you
and because i made a promise to love forever

i do not summon words and take shelter
among them in the reality of
the sound

i stay on this temple above a mountain
and beside the cliff

i talk to the wind and gaze forever on the
sad faces of the plains