BEHIND THE VEIL
Sunlight filters through the room,
I wake to face another day.
A world of lifeless, listless gloom,
I let all caring slip away.
The shadows linger in the hall
As my feet meet the cold damp floor.
Such wicked penchant in her call,
I know this day was meant for more.
And yet the dim lit walls would groan
Their displeasure in my grave tread;
As to announce, for me alone,
Measures marked here but for the dead.
I listen to their grievous cry,
And wonder of a lifetime past;
As thought recoils from a lie
That holds both eyes and heart downcast.
An angel of my darkest day,
She blurs my vision to a tear,
Rapes my hope and bleeds away
All convictions of yesteryear...
Until, from frozen revery,
I wake to Darkness with a sigh.
Perchance, ‘tis but my destiny
That ev'ry day before me die.
Yet no remorse is found within
The echoes of this lonely trail.
I'll stumble and I'll fall again
Before the eyes behind the veil.
And if in sorrow, if in dream,
Perchance the sun shall rise again;
Would not be wise that I should deem
It more than a "remember when..."
But dreams of those who dream as I,
Aspiringly, are damned and die.
[This message has been edited by Michael (edited 05-20-2001).]