Silence in Quiet (9/26/2004)
What have I here,
to hold me near,
to tarry more my weary flesh?
Does time stand still
while he lay ill,
for me to watch in silence?
Yet groans I hear,
and moans and tears,
and silence too invades my ears.
Yet sit I still,
though not so still,
as restless as I bear.
The time draws short,
I know,
he knows.
Yet silence keeps us still.
Fading into Yesterday
One does not wish to find,
in the passing of a day,
the fading of tomorrow
in a lasting yesterday.
For the memory endures,
but the knowledge of today
is a dim excuse for thinking,
for it’s merely holding on.
Yet I wonder in the self-recriminations
that each day besiege my soul,
whether I would behave better,
were I where he sits today.
