Passage To a Requiem

Anger's wrath, like world's first fire,
Came through me like the light of dawn.
To turn back time was my desire
When I first heard that they were gone.
Anger and the loss, its sire,

Howled through me like the wind.
I went to the piano and tried
To free the music in my mind.
But the tears I had not cried
Had left no music with me behind.


Grief descended on me like hours
Of a darkness as great as night.
I lay smothered in deadly flowers,
Longing with all my heart's might
To give them my music's powers.

But upon finding the golden notes,
I had to let them go again.
What loveliness ever comes from throats
Choked and walled with too much pain?
And they deserved such golden notes!


In the calm of time-between-times,
Anger and grief drowned in twilight,
I forgave my soul its crimes,
And sought the blended dark and light.
There they waited; there the rhymes

Like hawks sweeping down upon
Me came so I could honor them.
Neither in night nor in the dawn
Found I passage to a requiem,
But in the twilight where they had gone.