by Pavel Chichikov
She said, come with me to the end
I am so young to have lost all,
And where would be my sweet boy friend,
My dancing – see my long hair fall
None will come with me – alone
I travel to the border land
To look across where I have none –
No young lover hand in hand
They have taken all my blood
The most of flesh and all my sorrow,
For I must give my motherhood,
The future children in my marrow
Then who will come to be my guide?
Just One already crossed inside
(Click here to follow Pavel's ongoing epic poem “The Shoulder of the Sun.” You may also visit Pavel's website at Grey Owl Press.)
