Sonnet 23/12/73                                        X

                I wander, underneath the stars at night,
                Without a guide to lead me on, homeward.
                For, without you, my love, who is my light,
                I'm lost within a darkness, love deferred.
                I walk beneath a dead-gray, faceless moon;
                As aimlessly, alone, I seek a goal,
                Reading the moon, like as some Nordic rune,
                An iron disc, within a sky of coal.
                I stand below the fleeing clouds on high,
                Wishing to flee from memories of you,
                As if to run from falling stars, and why?
                Dead memories, of which I have but few.
                Lost without you; your painful memory
                The only source of guidance given me.