The Darkness...

The darkness of night hides our tears, 
and moonlight makes our soul long for times forgotten...
The wind calls softly through the trees and brush, 
and bids our hearts farewell. 
Yea though, a walk on a cloudy night with the mist in our face, 
can bring forth longing so bittersweet, 
as to make our eyes well up with tears unbidden...
Where can a heart seek refuge from memory? 
Not in the night, 
for the night calls to us on a primeval chord of sad rhapsody... 
And without permission, or hearts respond, 
robbing strength from our soul.
The darkness of night hides my return,
to a place of special memories...
retracing steps taken in a time past, bringing forth sweet recall.
In the darkness we hear voices, 
and feel the breeze upon our face...
In the darkness, the feelings return...
but only in this place.
And when in spirit I return, and stand upon this ground,
will she be here, with unbidden tears...
will she hear me in the sounds,
of the darkness...


Ron Walker
May 1998

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