I Who Have Nothing Poem by Kampanje Aubrey

I with nothing
but the luggage of hope
and moonbeams
inside my hands

must hunt on,
until my love's lonesome land
harbors the heels
of your heart.

Am not like
a summer cloud
that's white and shiny
adorning the motionless sky

I've been stolen
by a certain darkness
because you pass me
with sleeping eyes

I must hunt on,
Before your season departs
and leave a desert
on my field,
I must hunt on

Until my soil blends
with the roots of your love,
sumptuous the
harvest upon
our evergreen tree.