I watched a man drown in sorrow as I held his life jacket
All I needed was some courage and I still don’t have it
My will to speak is far too weak
Yet my anger is at it’s peak

So I will shout and I will cry
Yelling at God for not letting me die
Back when I was in my spry
For I am old now with no reason why

My once prideful wisdom fleets and words go missing
The pistol on the coffee table keeps insisting
That maybe it’s finally time to stop resisting
And be born again to search for who I’ve been missing

Here is a glass of water from my well.
It tastes of rock and root and earth and rain;
It is the best I have, my only spell,
And it is cold, and better than champagne.
Perhaps someone will pass this house one day
To drink, and be restored, and go his way,
Someone in dark confusion as I was
When I drank down cold water in a glass,
Drank a transparent health to keep me sane,
After the bitter mood had gone again.

dear heart
you fought so hard
and for so long
but silent is the song
that hangs from your lips
and fragments of memory
slip quietly out of the room
where you left me
holding your hand
as the shadows grew long

It is the brightest moon
That makes me remember your smile
A smile that lights up my dark night
As I see your smile,
I see myself
Myself with you forever.