Quick Glances Through the Darkness
By Don Iannone
Amidst your sadness, trust
that hope floats down
the wide and winding river of tears
flowing through your soul.
through your being,
like a dejected snake,
filled with submission,
unable to escape
the darkness of its own shadow.
We sat in silence,
our hearts separated
by an uncrossable ocean of hurt,
deepening with the passing
of each fathomless moment.
constrained by harsh illusion,
fade faster than shadows
in the late afternoon winter sun.
Empty words hold nothing,
and nothing comes close to words,
in our feeble attempt to describe
our inner god of self-understanding.