Edited Lines from my Notebook

If life was a dark

stage lit by the folly

of man,

Then what is the use

of speaking out or holding back?

Life will pass like a candle

blown out.

I come to see your ghost

lost in the forest of time

and your voice.

The night has not conquered your eyes;

though the sun never dawned in them,

The spark from your tears conforms

what I fear.