Cold the earth around me,
Skies hung grey with fears,
The fires have passed beneath the waves
Of flooding seas of tears.
Rolling mists enfold me,
Fog and cloud entwined,
Only memories left to mark
The things I left behind.
Hasten, gentle nightfall,
And put this day to end,
Welcome, darkness, pure and whole,
Estranged and trusted friend.
1993 February