Where I would not have gone

I would not go, where the winter winds blow,

Where the light dims weak and the ground turns cold.

I would not head to the river bank’s bed,

Where the currents grasp life and deposit the dead.

I would not run where the earth meets the sun,

Where the threads of this life shred apart and undone.

I would not have gone where the graves stood so wan,

Were hollow cheeks not set for hollow eyes withdrawn.