2001-12-19 15:44:28 (UTC)

Oldest Sorrows

In his parting,deeply wept
The fallen few and risen breathe.
He knew not where he'd slowly go
He'd been there blind and could not show.
The rising or the falling steps
Could not be taken now.
Transfixed he this deepest sea
Around him hung a golden rope,
From all above he'd surely flee
From all below imprisoned be,
Removing all unchartered hope.
I had come walking along this bridge
I'd seen it once before dear Midge
If I can utter call that name
I'd release all underneath this ridge
I know of what it is I speak
Yet cannot release this burdon's grief.