In your eyes there is a glimmer of sadness
And I will not pry, dear soul, I will not dig,
Knowing, as you know, that we must keep hidden
The desolate melodies of our human experience
When younger hearts depend upon our strength.
When the last lamps have faded into dark,
When silence swallows up the words you wish to say,
Is where I’ll meet you, dear soul, in the oblivion
As a quiet presence there with you until day.
The Therapy of Words 