4 Stanzas for Old Time Things
Jan 4, 2024
Deep shadows of history fall
On pavements. Trodden so well,
In white cities, on barren bluffs,
That look out on quiet hills
Beyond.
We see signs of patience
And praise. Voices refusing,
By feet tapping, down wooden walls,
Where we hang paintings
By unknown artists.
Still we come and move
Together. Rhythms of sound,
Music that moves, mines set up,
To take us by surprise in
Darkened tunnels.
I cannot find the right words
To speak. They fall away,
Like spring rain, on quiet nights,
Where all we have is a song
That cannot be sung.