All His Dream Remain To Gruard
Poem By Mary Wismer
There was something in his eyes
Just the way he cannot hide,
Vivid sparks that caught the light,
Just amused about the whys.
There was something in his voice
Just the rage he used to show,
Deeper bitterness below,
Just the way he left no choice.
There was something in his walked
Just the way he cannot humble
Confident he would not stumble,
Just the fact that he cared not.
There was something in his heart
Just the silence he cannot stand
But a restless searching and
All his dreams remained to guard.
7 January 2008