Empty

he waited all his life
  for her light to shine


she came out of the east


he felt her rays
  before he felt her
     flesh and bone


and, she came out of
                      the east


he heard her voice
   a whistle in the 
                    morning


and, she came...
   and he loved
       and he touched


and, was touched...

r.p.leith
Oct. 1985