Stolen Flame
in this city's din of urban indifference
and solitude, let me hear again
the faintest echo of the mute
music from a heart generous,
grateful;
in the caves of the cold-bloodied cruelty
of calloused hearts, let me glance
at the haziest halo of affection
from a hand caring,
giving;
in the scornful unbelief of self-deifying
demigods of the stolen flame of science,
let me feel the soul-soothing
solace of a faith forgotten, but
... never lost.
|