Where shall I find strength
to pray
when silver threads of hope 
are stretched too tight
and time is without melody
or rhyme.

The music of night
eludes me,
the stars fall and
clocks run out of chime.

Dreams now lead me through
tangled meadows without
pathways,
and joy is far away
and avoids my touch.

Tomorrow will begin again
with dawn,
life will go on,
but for some
all that will remain are 
smudged tears speaking 
silent words upon an
empty page.

--

copyright February 2000
Judith Anne Labriola