The End
You come from the wings of a dark stage
Where neverworlds and nightmares hide beyond
My sight and understanding, but still rage
Burns when I see some sad truth behind your eyes,
Past lies, and all the writing on this page.
I feel strange. As though I am inside,
Or side by side an unfamiliar me.
The edge has gone from my highs and lows. I cried
Once, over you. Glad tears often. It was
Your lightness that moved me then, and pride.
The substance has gone, only shadows remain.
But in the echo-ing silence of yesterday’s asking
And seeking and searching…the old refrain …
A semblance of wisdom comes back to me.
It is not in my hands to bear, or to end your pain.
© Lynne Harris
20th July 2005
