I am a desert stranger
filling the rooms of my house
with my wandering presence.
Standing naked under the stars
once held an attraction for my eyes
but too often starlight blinded me.
I have been held in the arms
of nightmares of old where the winds
shook the branches of my life.
No longer do I cede such power
to the elements created by chance
at the very beginning of time.
The feeling of being complete
fills me as I write these words
from my past down on burnt paper.