This Morning

This morning the grass was white with frost

This morning.... after the longest night.

This morning as love slowly ebbed away

I thought about the things we'll never do.


The hours spent with him are gone

Like so much air - so meaningless?


I loved him but maybe I did not love him

Did he love me? - Now I will never know

Did we know each other? - Yes we did

At least we thought so... perhaps not.


I hear birds sing outside - near my dungeon

Are they happy, sad, or just singing?

Trees sway gently in the winter wind

Swaying like thoughts - back and forth.


Will we find the way back to ourselves?

Will we be lost forever... wondering?


I know I loved him - I said so, didn't I?

He knows I loved him - but did he really?

Could he feel what I wanted to give him?

Did he want what I had to give?


Perhaps I never want to know the truth

Perhaps I heard the song but not the words

Perhaps the words did not belong to him

Perhaps they did and I could not bear to listen.


Someday we'll wake up - no, not him

He does not grieve nor cry - he told me so

But perhaps he does - when no one hears

But... I'll hear and in my dreams I'll hold him

And dry his tears.



Author: Else/Clausbum