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vainly i stand before you

waiting for an utterance

any word of understanding

but these are days of famine



the huneysuckle flow of verse

and kindness has abandoned

no word can repair this ruin

too late, too late to wait



my memory of you will fade

yours of me will never be

and thus is another chapter

of broken dreams and lost love





by: john trainer

It hovers here, a moon opaque,

obscuring mountain trails I take.

No other living things appear.

A moon opaqueIt hovers here.



I follow on along a ledge;

below a swirling river’s edge.

In front of me, the canyon’s yawn.

Along a ledge, I follow on.



I see no hue when fog congeals.

Oh, doom of one who no more feels!

The moon has fled, as so have you.

When fog congeals, I see no hue.



Now all is dim; it matters not.

My dear one’s heart I have not got.

No use in living without him.

It matters notNow all is dim.



At peace I’ll be if I should fall

to murky water from this wall.

Oh, yawning canyon, swallow me.

If I should fall, at peace I’ll be