Quick Glances Through the Darkness
By Don Iannone

1
Amidst your sadness, trust
that hope floats down
the wide and winding river of tears
flowing through your soul.

2
Silence creeps
through your being,
like a dejected snake,
filled with submission,
unable to escape
the darkness of its own shadow.

3
We sat in silence,
our hearts separated
by an uncrossable ocean of hurt,
deepening with the passing
of each fathomless moment.

4
Straight-jacketed hopes,
constrained by harsh illusion,
fade faster than shadows
in the late afternoon winter sun.

5
Empty words hold nothing,
and nothing comes close to words,
in our feeble attempt to describe
our inner god of self-understanding.