KINDNESS (2)
You wandered into night,
a night with no stars,
no moon, no light,
alone without a compass,
no North to guide you,
The only sound
a racing heartbeat
You sense a forest near—
sheltering beasts
You have nothing but memories
populating your darkness
Each beast, caged,
ready to leap
And devour the only thing
there is—you!
Had you been kinder
you would have found
The love you made would have
infused the night
with a moon that knows no fear
— © Abraham Menashe