“Bring not suspicion's candle to the glass
That mirrors a friend's face to memory.”
-Edwin Arlington Robinson
When cold times will resume into the shadows,
You won’t see me smiling in the sun.
The days are drying out
Like wild flowers in beautiful gardens
And the songs of joy are fading into the
nights.
When you shall feel cold (although I know you
won’t)
You won’t see me smiling with warmth.
The truth has faded away
And the facts are no more
And winter freezes every drop
Every night.
Amid the ceremonies of confused happiness
I looked to find a sign of truth;
But I found emptiness.
Scatter a pinch of salt over this ocean of
falsity
And drown with the crowd.
