Gone
Gone is the wind, gentle and free.
Gone is the bird that sings to me.
Gone is the fire, blazing bright.
Gone, is my guiding light.
In a dark world, I am bereft of comfort,
For you, who have sustained me with your life,
You are gone.
Without you, all that is familiar acquires a ghostly pallor,
And I can hear the haunting music of the Otherworld.
Without your presence, I am lost in the world we created.
This Otherworld of ours, filled with
beauty tarnished in your absence,
Silently cries out for you
In time with the beating of my heart.
You are gone, but what my mind knows,
my heart cannot fathom: Gone.
Gone is the Wind, gentle and free,
Gone is the Bird that sang to me.
Gone is the Fire, blazing bright:
Gone is my guiding Light.
7/24/02
Standing In The Rain
This man standing here, in grey slacks
And a patched wool coat,
Watching for his train as the
Cold grey sky drenches the world with rain;
Or that woman there,
In a navy suit and hose
That have a run in them,
Who am I to judge them or their lives?
-- I do not know these people.
I have never met him; couldn't tell you her name.
--But I see that he's just another writer,
Still searching for the truth.
--I notice that she's a lonely advertising agent,
Still trapped in a loveless marriage.
These two random strangers,
Who have never met me and do not know each other,
Stand a few feet apart in the pouring rain,
Waiting on the 5 o'clock train.
In his hand, he clutches a thick manila envelope
With a manuscript inside.
Perhaps today will be the day he finally
Opens an acceptance letter from a publisher.
And the woman, she stares blankly
Out into the gloom, with red-rimmed eyes,
Her mascara running down her cheeks.
It has been so long since she dared
To believe in love and honour,
That she knew so long ago
In the Camelot of childhood,
That she has given up hope of finding them again.
--These two nameless travellers,
Sharing this life and
Each lost in their own private despair,
Remind me of my own joys and delights,
For I have not lost
The magic of Camelot.
--But who am I
To pass judgment upon these wandering spirits?
3/23/03
