Dec 30, 2005 13:19
Deep in the shadow
A woman lies broken
In mind and in heart.
A word is not spoken--
The sound of silence is too loud.
I ask the dear woman
The reason for her grief
And wait for her response.
She hesitates, then gives a piece
Of herself to me.
Her eyes fill with tears--
See now how she's crying!
Her hand covers her mouth
And prevents her from trying.
She cannot go on, for the hand is my own.