DARKNESS FILLED HER NIGHT

Darkness filled her night
Surrounded by her fear
The children danced before her grave
And gave little cries

The water boiled at the fire
The doctor looked forlorn, grave
He took the pulse
And laughter shook the walls

There was no end
And nowhere did the world look in
And who knew where the weather was

The children showed the doctor out
The cold itself wished in
And the children danced before the fire

A leap. He never walked
And he was at her door
"I'm home, all begins again
And how were the children, dear?"


WORN OUT DAYS

Worn out days
Those were my good old days
When the sun was warm
All the night
And God was yet a devil

Large days
With room for reflections
Upon an old and dying love
And room for thoughts of dying

Cat's eyes in the dark
Or stars somewhat higher
I once knew all this
Little more

Those worn out days
They are killing me


THE LIE

No more, no more
No longer can we walk
Along a stream
Dreaming out the day

Banished from our lives
We spend our days
Passion spent
Oh, to feel again

A tear falls
Through the clouds
Crystal clear
Falls upon the world

Little wonder
That it is as it is
When Gods are dead
Yet live apart from man

Now Gods ourselves
We hold the secret
As children often do
Little love, only striving

And other children play
In the ruins of their lives
And at night they run and hide
Afraid to see

The secret of the mighty self
Strives in vain
To overcome
The secret of the lie

Men go down, falter, fall
They look in vain
Their strength
Was in the lie


VOICE HEARD

Voice heard
Scratching at the air
But that is the way
These voices are

Voice heard
Once,
but from where?
And who was it that
Played upon the air

Voice heard
Floating upward
To my ear
A summons to come out
Into the night

Voice heard
Followed
But lost
In the quiet sounds
Of the dark

By Eugene Marks