Do you yet, even now,
find warmth in the rays of a
persimmon colored sunset?
Do you yet, even now,
find the smoke of your pipe
laden with wisdom, laughter,
and gentle gibes from your companions?
Do you yet, even now,
find hope in a blossom that insists
on growing
through the snow?
Do you yet, even now, hope for love,
or see it from this side as a treasure for
others to find?
Do you yet, even now,
give wan smiles at worn memories
when it rains?
Do you yet, even now,
take small comfort
standing just outside
the circle of light?
To be seen as a shadow
that wants to burn bright.
Take small comfort then,
that those who pass by you
in the middle of the night
do not see you at all.
Beyond Panic 