Collected Poems of John Holmes
Holmes, John A., Jr.
2002
He knows it is safe
He knows it is safe
Why does the boy with hair wander Over the windy field, and stray From the quiet lane and the bridge yonder? Why does he turn away Sighing, from every door That mutely pleads, That would open on what he needs, Comfort and love and cheer? He has a heart grown sore From love and cheer. There is no comfort here. He knows it is safe to be a stranger - He knows it now. In challenging eyes, detaining hands He scents danger, No matter how. He is the boy who lost his loneliness, Who opened a certain door, And. learned to treasure, after a little, Loneliness once more. | |