I cling to the tragedy of you
I’ve wandered in your mists
Delved in the possibility of a day
Void of despair
Little by little you’ve reached me
In some small way
Still it is unclear
Though you hasten every day
Towards a bigger and better image of yourself
Not so lost in the joy of solidarity
It does bring a simple joy
That you’ve discovered
Helps you reach the sky
But just what might you miss
Whatever might pass you by
May be me
Loving you, only you
Thanking the earth for settling you in
Thanking God just for what this could be
And not what it has been.
By JBW
A Dead Language 