In the dim light 
I perceive 
               A shadow. 
I liken it to the 
Darkness in 
               My heart; 
Weariness and pain 
Bedfellows and 
               I wonder, 
Love?  I laugh aloud 
And cry to hear the  
               Truth strangled. 
The scars I carry in 
The name of Love 
               Are deepest.

Copyright 1987  J. Montgomery