Saturday, July 31, 2010
i79 morning, West Virginia © 2010 Rick Lee
I had a talk a while ago
Surprised was I at his display
Of interest in me.
I'd spent some time with his dear friend
The droll Infirmity,
Who shared with me some cheery tales
While chatting over tea.
Now once I thought an endless life
Meant blessed eternity
But these old fellows seemed to hint
An endless misery.
Still others visited my hours
But none could match the icy stare
Of mute Infinity:
That gloomy countenance conveyed
A chill civility
That cast a shadow black as night
Upon my reverie.
His eyes, void, zeroes, dead as stone,
Bereft of sympathy
Peered forth as from the blackest night
With bleak severity.
And leaving, ere he closed the door
His thought came plain to me:
"It's only in the moving on
That souls find liberty.
"What e'er awaits those on this plane
Of what lies next for all those souls
That travel on with me."
© 2010 Jeffrey Hull