when evening draws in...
Serenity waits… where the shadows begin...
In the fragrance of dusk… and the murmur of clover…
The cares that we carry… pass peacefully over…
Flowers in fullness… shed their blessings about…
And the turmoil of living… fades quietly out…
Hope glimmers through… with the evening star…
And anxieties shrink… to the size that they are.
'The Trickery Of Grief.' In memory of Carol's Pa.
I think so often, about you.
Pain's going to walk through my years.
I will choke all my life in my hauntings of us
And will never cease all of these tears.
If life is really one big bank account,
Taking out only what we have saved,
Then which one of us is steeped deeply in debt?
Whose path was far more richly paved?
If I could only breathe in your fragrance...
Hold hands and stroll in dawn's dew.
These fears... I'd so readily tell...
I feel failed in my loving of you.
Did I strive to learn all about you?
Did you feel any sadness of sorts?
Did we manage to say what should have been said?
Did we bother to learn all our thoughts?
Did I hurt you - maybe - disappoint you?
Did you do all the things that you should?
Did we manage to show that we really did care?
Did I make you proud when I could?
Were our times together, fruitful?
Were our troubles, too selfish to take?
Were our problems in life, over-taking?
Were our secrets, too much for our sake?
And now it's too late - I can't tell you,
As you've joined in the heavenly throng
But if we had our time... all set-up, again...
Would I still fear we'd got it all wrong?
Oh grief, what trickery is this you play?
As we cannot get back, just one hour.
Wait! We loved! We laughed! We lived as we lived!
It is time for my memories to flower.
I need to appreciate... guilt shadows truth
And loss... does scar and does stir
It can make us choose to drown in regret...
... Instead, bathing in just what we were!
So now your presence has gone from my sight,
And heal this pain... I must do.
How else will I celebrate all that you were...
...of the very essence... of you.
So what if we sometimes got certain things wrong?
So what if we... sometimes... did fight?
We are what our lives mould us into...
And so what if we sometimes lost sight?
The insanity - true of the humans we are -
Is, despite all this sickness of pain,
If we had the chance to live life anew...
We might walk the same path, yet again!