Would the world forgive us, if they knew
the high price that our love has cost?
Would they smile and nod their heads,
and say that it was worth the things we lost?
Or would they merely turn away awhile,
until we passed them on the street of life;
never stopping for a second glance or thought,
or wondering if they might walk the sharpened knife.
And if, behind the smiling, weak facades,
you see the eyes foretelling tales of scandalous delight,
stop for a moment . . . wonder at their gall,
as they peer into the travesties of distant night.
They only see themselves, mirrored in their minds,
clutching at the little straws blowing in the breeze,
passing messages with their deep-set eyes,
that float upward, to hang suspended on the trees.
© 1976 : Colin Gordon-Farleigh
From Fragments of Earth, published by Voice Publications, 2006. ISBN 978-0-9553583-1-0
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