On the Brink
From “Poems for Strangers” Candles dripping slowly Ice melting away A leaf clinging to a dying tree Standing at the edge of a precipe Sunset fading into darkness Wilting flowers, cradled in hope-weary arms Gasping, desperately recalling, humming The last strains of a beloved song Oh, Light of the night From the brink of desolation, rescue me Oh, Breath of a new day Ignite the distant embers Lest I forget... Why and how much I love you.