When all the sun-kissed ways are dark
And silence reigns where laughter ruled,
Walk in the silent ways apart ...
And by much reticence be schooled.

Realities are not so kind
As many a lovely thing that's spun ...
Mere simulacrum-fantasies:
Take these to heart and you have won!

For action, you may find repose
No shifting scene can ever shake,
And thrive on fair imaginings ...
Not batten hard on life's lean ache.

When all the sun-kissed ways are dark,
And silence reigns where laughter ruled,
Walk in the quiet paths apart,
And by much reticence be schooled.