345. soft closure
I don’t think
I want to cry tonight
my heart has no need of tears tonight
if I wanted to cry
I might read your words
that flow easy as a lakeland beck
that dizzy me with the craft of their turning
so easy, yet so very hard
hard as the limestone
where Neil still sleeps
–if I wanted to cry
I might pick up my guitar
& softly murmur
Danny Boy
so sugary yet so true
to pierce my heart like a knife
words ghostly as a foundling’s smile
but tonight my heart is still
content
and has no need of tears to wash the day away
maybe I’ll visit your words tomorrow.