The Fire Eye

I never knew his character too well,
Just who he was to you, I still can't tell.
He simply waited for you far too long —
A candle's flame in darkness, deep and strong.

He searched the sea for one elusive gleam,
And in the depths, he read your sacred Name.
At times, it seemed that hope was a lost theme,
But his own hope, he never let grow tame.

I still recall the happiness, the grace
That lit his eyes when you had met at last.
What hidden storms behind a tranquil face,
When you informed him that that time had passed!

A burnt-out candle's silent, wordless cry
Could not persuade his heart to turn to stone.
You wished him luck and bid a last goodbye,
And even that, he faced, and faced alone…

He often comes to me when night is deep —
So tired and sad, as if he's still alive,
And gazes at the candle-flame and weep,
His head, forever bowed, no more can strive.

November 9, 1984