Ice and Glade

Ice and Glade
(For P.)

I: Ice

Yes, there are things that I cannot say-- a storm
Running below the heart, where ice was lately laid.
If hearts still throb, on old remembered pain,
The rhythms now, at least, can, from the moments, music form.

Should older sorrows dream again,
While realer moments beg them fade,
(Believing that forgetting is no harm)
Well, these are the falsehoods of the norm,
Until a moment's turn reveals, again, the storm.

II: Glade

You are not here to learn what I have learned
There is no correspondence,
Except light, and breath and blood, and eyes.

Why then can I not still be wise?
Brave compassionate night, seek sense,
Step harmless in each step where quiet turned,

Allowing touch, and breath, and warmth,
Sight in the cool of shade
Deeper than life within the living glade.
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