I, too, have seen the darkest dark, shining
Iridescent like a raven’s feather
In the sun. I have felt the untwining
Of my mind, stormwracked by psychic weather,
And I have tried to laugh it all away
Faking that I’m keeping it together.
So often the ones we thought were OK
The ones who helped us laugh and sing and drink . . .
So often the one thing they needed to say
Never got said or got said with a wink.
Listen closely. Watch closely. It is there:
A welling tear can be erased with a blink.
I blink, you blink, we all blink; what’s more rare
Is the unblinking gaze on both foul and fair.
May 13, 2015
May 13, 2015 at 1:15 PM UTC
I, too, have seen the darkest dark, shining
Iridescent like a raven’s feather
In the sun. I have felt the untwining
Of my mind, stormwracked by psychic weather,
And I have tried to laugh it all away
Faking that I’m keeping it together.
So often the ones we thought were OK
The ones who helped us laugh and sing and drink . . .
So often the one thing they needed to say
Never got said or got said with a wink.
Listen closely. Watch closely. It is there:
A welling tear can be erased with a blink.
I blink, you blink, we all blink; what’s more rare
Is the unblinking gaze on both foul and fair.
Too many talented artists like Amy have substance abuse issues and die too young. We need to keep an eye out for the warning signs.