how many times have I hoped in vain,
the train of my thoughts hurtling
fatally towards oblivion
and yet, would that be so very wrong
to be emptied, bereft at last of me
welcoming a shadowy embrace
I have listened in the night to her laughter
while I lay in the darkness alone
so very weary of my own company
but I know the path is ours to take
for her joy in this life is also mine
which is so much greater when we
are one
George Ellington 