I Sometimes Think that I Could Be Alone

Sadness Story

I sometimes think that I could be alone:

Really alone, with neither God nor friends.

The people near me then might well be stone:

Just faces on a frieze that never ends.

And I would travel in my mind towards death,

A world within a world sealed like a tomb.

My thoughts would be as silent as my breath,

And, like my breath, expire at my doom.

Such thoughts would make me shudder, were not you

A world where I may enter and find rest.

A rock gives way within, and I walk through

To be in laughing eyes a welcome guest.

Thank God I have you, friend, that I might stay

And be as I could be no other way.


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