The Poetry of Mark Daniel Milbocker 
Guinan 2

Cold lies my love
for one laid to rest
Buried are my still
writhing thoughts

Naked against what is,
exhausted in this desert
of rough silence and 
amputated expectations,

I am too weary to
feel, to find sun in
this shadowy moment
that arose after the last

one fell silent.

She left no wish that
I be happy, that I could
follow in blind duty.
But then I loved her

because she never asked
in her giving.

She was to me
what love should be
and an air-light soul 
ever ready to be held,

cherished and given
sweet morsels of
myself.
■





©2008 Mark Daniel Milbocker  All rights reserved.