For most of us life passes like a dream,
Revealing only what is on our minds.
Inside the prison of the self we see
Each object as a shadow on our wall.
Nothingness awaits, as sure as night.
Did I not have you, dear friend, I might,
Shadow on a shade, not be at all.
How much we need a word beyond our sea:
In love and laughter, thoughts of different kinds,
Perhaps, with luck, unraveling a seam.
The time for love is now fast disappearing As years tick on and flesh descends towards dust. Death, so long a question, now is nearing, And one makes peace with pain because one must. Yet love still grips the heart with unspent yearning, A hunger unappeased from birth to death, A need for need, an unrequited burning That casts its doomed delight past all regret. O star that lights the else unlit creation, Desiring ever what can never be, Longing for some sense beyond sensation, Candle to a light we cannot see: Be for us now in these last years of life The beacon that guides home a man and wife.
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