Copyright © Diane L. Schirf

It rose in light
And fell in darkness.
It filled the world
And shrank from hope.

It strolled the roads
Of fruitful countries.
It fed its mind
And mourned its heart.

It roamed alone
On misty highways.
It saw and felt
Not one like it.

One torn between
The brilliant mountains
And dimmest depths.
It yearned for life.

 And so it learned
Nothing of others.
Only to cry
For its full soul.

1998