Blink back your bittersweet tears
That well of honest pain;
Someone, in their darkness, hears
And knows our black terrain.
Some loneliness remaining
Between the lost and found;
Latent, half-remembering,
A love that makes no sound.
Just anger stills the sorrows,
Which fetter and deceive;
In hope, unchained, tomorrow’s
No shadow we believe.
An audience without a cause
Behind net curtain hides;
Numb, deaf, and locked in laws
That solitude derides.
Fearful but for unity,
The ghost that haunts my sleep;
Weep not, nor felon be,
If dreams you cannot reap.
1986
Green Ink #5, 1987
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