THE GULF
A gulfof silence separates us from each other.I stand at one side of the gulf, you at the other.I cannot see you or hear you, yet know that you are there.Often I call you by your childish nameAnd pretend that the echo to my crying is your voice.How can we bridge the gulf? Never by speech or touch.Once I thought we might fill it quite up with tears.Now I want to shatter it with our laughter.1911.
A gulfof silence separates us from each other.I stand at one side of the gulf, you at the other.I cannot see you or hear you, yet know that you are there.Often I call you by your childish nameAnd pretend that the echo to my crying is your voice.How can we bridge the gulf? Never by speech or touch.Once I thought we might fill it quite up with tears.Now I want to shatter it with our laughter.1911.
A gulfof silence separates us from each other.I stand at one side of the gulf, you at the other.I cannot see you or hear you, yet know that you are there.Often I call you by your childish nameAnd pretend that the echo to my crying is your voice.How can we bridge the gulf? Never by speech or touch.Once I thought we might fill it quite up with tears.Now I want to shatter it with our laughter.
1911.