So Damp Below The Trees Poem by Gary Sturt

Strangely wanting within the ground
I examine dazzling eruptions behind the dreamscape
Atone! The passion has vanished
So mournful before the flowers
I command dry tears behind the fog
Dig down! For she has come
So damp below the trees
As splintering vapors reach the sky
I Awaken! But she is fleeing
unafraid unsafe 
lost in broad daylight 
something missing 
After how many voyages?  
The others 
come singing 
unable to stop