A Peace No Sorrow Can Deny

I sat beside her softly dying

In the bright and song-filled morn,

The busy world outside denying

Death, although my heart was torn.

From weary lids the pent-up tears

Poured down in cataracts of pain

Remembering the joyous years

And love I would not see again.

The singing months return once more

Their beauty burdening the skies

As I look through a strange new door

Seeking the untold mysteries.

The chapters of our lives are filled

With pages torn from Being's book

When the beloved's voice is stilled

And one is forced within to look,

The inner wells of light to find,

A peace no sorrow can deny,

In silent chambers of the mind

Explore our future destiny.