Wanderings,1985 Poem by David Normand

She'd given me a free ride
to see how far I'd go
From desert to the valley
up to the winters snow.

Perhaps maybe she'd warm me
or perhaps I'd feel the heat
For I have been the stranger
walking a darkened street

She is the lady in black
who mourns the death of God
And I the clumsy killer
who eats the foot unshod.

After words come silence
like uninvited dawn
Words of spoken nonsense
have caused her to be gone.

A sadder soul has lost her,
one happier has known.
But a spirit cannot rise
without having grown.

A caress was something
felt upon the skin
But feeling in this heart
will never rise again.