— David Eisbach
I held her tightly casting pride aside
A gnawing pain, I tried in vain to hide
Repeating vows to love and not deceive.
But wounded I, who’d tasted bile, accepted
Our love had submerged in weakened slumber.
The melody of love lay mute, encrypted
In voids where sadness reigns unencumbered.
The avalanche of time advanced to heal
The hurt, self doubt, decaying worth, dismay.
My spirit, once again, was moved to feel
Illusive beauty’s thrill along the way.
Now thoughts of even gestures, something she said,
Will stir in me what I, long thought, was dead.