Mae V. Cowdery
Longings
To dance—
In the light of moon
A platinum moon
Poised like a slender dagger
On the velvet darkness
Of night.
To dream—
'Neath the bamboo tree
On the sable breast
Of earth—
And listen to the wind.
To croon
Weird sweet melodies
Round the cabin door
With banjoes clinking softly—
And from out the shadow
Hear the beat of tom-toms
Resonant through the years.
To plunge
My brown body
In a golden pool
And lazily float on the swell
Watching the rising sun.
To stand
On a purple mountain
Hidden from earth
By mists of dreams
And tears.
To talk—
With God.
Mae V. Cowdery, We Lift Our Voices and Other Poems, Alpress, 1936.