Through the door of that room I watch you leave,
As entrances and exits all around
Stand still, unnoticed, in the room's dark eve
And waning dreams from crumbling walls resound.
Conflicting Voices, new and old, becry:
Experience from this to thee shall come,
'Tis for the best, His hand in this doth lie,
Why waste your time when nothing can be done?
From room to room I linger in that one,
Alone in crowds; afraid to lose what's lost,
While Reason seeks to succor his sad son,
Yet fails to bind the broken and storm toss'd.
A tear falls from my eye for 'tis enough
That once in faded room we were just us.
Copyright © 2008 by Layne Cockcroft
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