Below in a spinning world of white silver
Ebbed the lamps of before.
The snowflakes seemed lonely, frozen in time.
And the wind sighed
At the homecoming crowd that never came.
Only ghosts were in the stands today,
But I knew them all and they remembered me.
And she was there, dancing on a whisper,
Laughing on the breeze,
Lingering in summer mirrors
Of time and velvet leaves . . .
But she was so far away. . . .
The victory bells were silent in the tower.
The empty auditorium slept in laughter and tears.
And the end of all my dreams
Whispered by and fled into time and snow.
And death was there with a cross to bear,
Dressed in a cloak of life's despair,
Marking a grave, carrying a flame
To burn the only bridges left to anywhere. . . .