Reflections

Reflections Would that tears would flow like Niagara; To empty the soul’s long sorrow and then, The split sides of a laughing love table Would return serenity to this heart. But Niagara today is dry, longing For Love’s remembering young happiness; The joy that died while trying to hold on; And like the lovely Monarch, flew away. Time has passed like a down-mountain river, Duties done, duties forgotten, confused; Now I see the setting of winter’s sun; And the need for forgiving one and all. I pray there is a light burning bright, Deep, awaiting just the right match to light.