
Starfish Masters of Fate
Ives Wittman
An abandoned man With a hungering soul seeks A resting place At the edge of looming frontiers Where gray skies and fall leaves Comfort loneliness in disguise, Denying wisdom's wall a delirium assails A violence within rebelling against Ignorance and grace.
In the valley, an ax shrieks and falls. A splitting of wood cracks The protesting air Isolation turns to solitude. A sacred calling echoes in snow covered Mountain landscapes Of a soul.
A jubilant boy returns In borrowed snows laughing and Playing with sled dogs barking. In trickling waters taut And riveted
Coming winter shadows matter, Where love suffers all In deep forests No longer gripped by the lie The emptiness shatters.

