Listen Proud Hero to one who knows.
Let the mood hide in a cave of itself.
When time is nigh -- truth crawls out, wasted away,
it stands on the edge staring at the night.

       Think again of a pink cottage in a grove,
of an old lady in her garden wearing a huge orange sunbonnet.
She is tending her pink roses. Tending her cups and saucers.
In the delicaate body you contemplate there lives a spirit
          wise,
spirit strong with light.

       You can not touch her, Proud Hero,
She is so much more in beauty -- thank you.

© Carlton Godbold 1987