"Under The Moon"
Under the moon the white birds scatter
The orchard where I found you working
Picking peaches in your white man's shirt
I watched you quietly without speaking
Until you swore and pricked a thorn
Left hanging in your childlike hand
The women bow to the sun by day
And by night they dance in the light of the moon
The chickens hurry across the henyard
Where they are scratching in the dirt
I found you frowning under the canopy of trees
That shaded your mysterious face
Those eyes so magnetic and big
Watching me intently from the brim of your sunhat
And saw you bend over nimbly and scrawl a message
Carefully on the inside of a peach's skin
Then fold it up and lay it carefully on the ground
And walk silently away
Under the moon the waters of the night are flowing
Adopting the lucid and foreign light from heaven
In the darkness of your humid garden
I find myself a lost creature upon this earth
The Christmas castle hung heavily in sorrow
The pain that although it loved one man above all
It could not protect him from the fate that cursed him
And the pens went softly writing
Inscribing upon things lost and forgotten little words
"I'm sorry I could not do this either...Will attempt again tomorrow"
Written in elegant cursive upon the firm fruit
And tossed into the grass where snakes could eat them
As though talking to someone who was listening
Even though there was no one there to hear him
As though someone from another time
Might pass through the aisles of this same orchard
And look for him there and find it written
the apologies all over the ground
And butterflies rose and fell on the air
And the trees beyond in the gathering gloom
Were huddled together like frightened women
Who couldn't do the washing because they had no shoes
And no little clothes to cover themselves up with
So they shuffled on the dirt roads up and down
Looking equally apologetic in the afternoon sun
And had death himself come walking into the scene
He would have found them all very sorry
But no one cculd do anything about it
I knitted you a crochet top to grace your shoulders
Beige like all the things You always wanted
And When you shuffled up the path
I came down and threw my arms around your neck
Grateful that you were still alive
And though you were far away from me in spirit
I felt you there with me all the same
All lost, though lost, yet we are not lost
All texts are written for the future
All libraries are kept for children to learn
And hopefully someday carry on the torch
And though I cannot understand so much
I look up at the sky with hope
That somewhere, somehow, I may be rescued
By someone who understands the things I do not
With innocence the life lays in danger
With innocence it faces death
No cruelty could be crueler than this is
No coldness could any more take the breath
Like a sneaky wolf the prey is snatched
And bled dry then returned to its place
Hungry hunters in the night
Feed upon this life that hides here
The Christmas chambers cannot defend
That place which lays defenseless
It is the mind  being prayed upon
The mind with its mechanical gears and ticks
The mind that suffers the mind that hurts
Wherein the sneaky foe has seeped in
Past the guarded and lovingly locked door
There is something cruel being done here
Oh where was death when the body needed sleep
Oh where was fatality to him that was tired
Oh why was the candle not gently snuffed out
Why are the innocent suffering so much pain
The doves that scatter look at me
With questions only I can answer
I tell them the thief has been at it again
And that one of my hopes is in peaches
I go into the garden to look for you
Or a sign that you were here
You smell like peaches but then
You also smell of rain and heaven
And the hope that I may be someday free
And the hope that you'll return tomorrow
The orchard holds a rich secret
That is richer than all the Ottoman's Treasures
Oh men in dresses of black velvet
And women cooking pots of cheese
The stars above know your secret
It's blowing in the breeze
The animals that watch the way
In the garden with no escape
Is keeping your secret muffled in it
There is no going without
I'll wait for you again and again
Till My life is aged spent through
Til my body pines away like leather
And I no longer have teeth to smile at you
I hope someday you find me
And carry me quickly away
I'd give anything to escape this
But I will wait till the Judgement Day

In Jesus' Name,
Amen