Dismount

I wish I could say that it burns like fire
Or that it stabs through me like a thousand knives.
It steals my breath in cruel desire
And pulls from deep within my many lives
Filled with purpose, direction; now shattered
In one stroke, one empty moment
Lying in the sand, possessions scattered
As she runs away, afraid, and I don't
Arise at first, but lie there, gasping
For the air, abounding; it will not quench
My lungs; I hear my songbird rasping,
My fingers pull the ground and wrench
The void of space. My soul caught asking
Whence comes this fear--but all in vain.
There is no voice can slake my thirst;
There are no words can sing this pain.