Thursday, November 24, 2011

When we prechead hope through the long nights

Never cry for the passer by,
Never weep for the creep.
Never dance with fear,
Love with a tear,
Never say no to life.

Let it be forgotten,
As a flower is forgotten.
Forgotten as a fire that was once singing gold.
Forgotten forever and ever, as time, our kind friend,
He will make us old.
If anyone asks say it was forgotten:
Long and long ago,
As a flower, as a fire, as a hushed footfall,
In a long forgotten snow.
(The second stanza is the poem 'let it be forgotten' by Sara Teasdale)