The Poetry of Mark Daniel Milbocker 
Where

Where are my lover's arms
Her soft bosom
For my weary head?
Her embrace to warm
the shiver
of my heart
Where is her understanding
caress?
			I am
			weak	
			cold
			alone
			quiet
			waiting
			nothing.

Where are the cool streams
to quench my worldly burning?
Where are the cedars of my Lord?

Where are the blades of grass
to tickle my feet, where the sun?

Does the wilderness laugh, I cry
Never.

Help me, my Love.
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