Stealth Poem by B. V. Dahlen

I stared into the rueful sky above.
There kindled not a star, nor shadow pale,
And straining eyes detected not a glint
Of any spark to light the path ahead.

So faltering I groped and stumbling stayed
Upon the course than I could but perceive
Intuitively knowing you were there
Beyond the stand through which I stumbled blind.

Then suddenly ahead a grain of light
So distant that I questioned what I saw.
It flickered disappearing totally
Emerging stronger then to coax me on.

I sensed, not felt an open stretch and knew
The ground was smoother there and warmly dry.
The glimmer stronger still was fixed above
Rectangular a window mounted tall

Within the frame you sat awaiting me.
My footsteps quickened towards a slice. A glint
Illuminated shapes perhaps a door,
Unlocked and biding for my silent tread.

Ascending shadow stairs without a sound
I stole into your chamber quietly,
And mutely stood before you seeking praise.
I’d taken out the cursed trash once more!