I SOMETIMES THINK THAT I COULD BE ALONE


I sometimes think that I could
be alone: Really alone, with neither God
nor friends.

The people near me then might
well be stone: Just faces on a
frieze that
never ends
And I would travel in my mind
towards death, A world within a world sealed
like a tomb. My thoughts would
be as
silent as my breath,
And, like my breath, expire at
my doom.

Such thoughts would make me
shudder, were not you
A world where I may enter
and find rest. A rock gives way within, and I
walk through To be in laughing
eyes a
welcome guest.

Thank God I have you, friend,
that I might stay
And be as I could be no other
way.