11.
Tears, of gentle beauty,
“You’re alive!”
Came the cry.
History books,
Turned pages,
Mysteries unsolved,
Once danced upon
the melodies,
The song of You and I.
Equations, yellowed, worn
Until solution found;
Closed eyes became
the windows, to
The hope-
An answer found.
-LFE, Dancing in the Dark: poems from the night hours
