Tribute to Yeats

“When you are old and gray and full of sleep
and nodding by the fire… ”
I will take the book from your shaky hands
and read
then become the silk-sewn voice from your memory.
I will help you see through your cloudy eyes,
the pureness of heart, the beauty of spirit.
As you nod by the fire,
time turns to ashes,
the past no longer weighing its heavy hand,
as we all must take off the well-worn cloak of guilt.
When the deep shadows line your face
and the midnight hour creeps,
I will have the strength to illuminate a path
through the tunnel of sorrows
long-wept, the self-same sorrows of your changing face.
It was always you, you of the pilgrim soul,
who threw off the diction of destiny to come back for me.
And on the cusp of this amazing darkness,
we ready ourselves for the final ascent
upon amethyst stairs,
heaven’s stars steeped in unity,
no one hides there now.
Serenity at last, oh seamless time.
I reach out and there you are.
Weak no more – together we go –
a comet into the cobalt universe.


18 thoughts on “Tribute to Yeats

  1. What hurdles we must clear to reach the other side–illness, guilt, sorrow. And what beauty waits! I love the amethyst stairs, serenity and seamless time, becoming a comet in a cobalt universe. When my time comes, I hope this is exactly how it happens. 🙂

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