You of the oblivious abyss,<\/p>\n
of the dark canyon;<\/p>\n
Eschewed within the estuary<\/p>\n
of your witheringly turbulent despair.<\/p>\n
You of strong silent undercurrent:<\/p>\n
Muted frailty<\/p>\n
carved in quiet centuries of stone.<\/p>\n
I see you there.<\/p>\n
We walk backward into the future<\/p>\n
with eyes trained on the past.<\/p>\n
The past is a mirror<\/p>\n
of all the things we are.<\/p>\n
We reflect<\/p>\n
the might have been,<\/p>\n
the dare not,<\/p>\n
the never could.<\/p>\n
All the things we never were,<\/p>\n
we shall never be.<\/p>\n
I see you<\/p>\n
when you do not look at me;<\/p>\n
And I look away, for fear<\/p>\n
you will not see me<\/p>\n
not being here.<\/p>\n
<\/p>\n
Fall 1978<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
You of the oblivious abyss, of the dark canyon; Eschewed within the estuary of your witheringly turbulent despair. You of strong silent undercurrent: Muted frailty carved in quiet centuries of stone. I see you there. We walk backward into the … Continue reading