by Sasami

When the ceilings collapse
And the stars burn out and die,
Standing face to face with
Oblivion, abandoned
By all who we believe
Cared, and the darkness of the
Night pierces to the bone,
And a much needed reprieve
Is not to be found, with
Sight, sound, taste, smell, or soft touch,
And in worldly problems
And deep sorrows drowning so
Willingly, for there is
No place to turn, no one to
Turn to, no way for an
Escape, quick or otherwise,
And no strand of hope to
Cling to, and no glue for the
Fractures in the glass
Pane of happiness, and no
Emotional asp'rin
To take to will the pain away
For a little while, and
No solution to the
Problems, banishing death from
The mind, dismissing it
As unreasonable with
The explanation: "Things
Will get better in time." but
Even that glimmer of
Hope seems to be very faint.

And I stand, watching, for
You are my friend, dear to me.
I was there before the
Stars fell and scorched your deep soul,
Your emotions' fabric
So recently so fragile,
And I wish that I could
Have prevented it, and, if
I had found a way, I
Would have, if you'd believe me.

I have seen the sun dim
And felt the touch of painful
Darkness, and I know the
Abundant pain that comes from
The sudden collapse of
The framework on which happiness
Is built, and the sorrow
That permeates all the soul.

Why your happiness is
So important, I don't know.
But it is. I wish I
Could present to you a safe
Sanctuary to which
You could retreat, and I wish
I could help you dispel
Your pain and bring your joy back
Into the dark void your
Life seems to have become, and
I wish you could find your
Happiness, and enjoy life.

But perhaps trusting me
Is unlikely, and perhaps
There are others who are
Much more trustworthy and who
You feel to be safer
With, and I am but one person
Who may not be the best
Comfort or salvation's source.

I wish that you would turn
To me, when you need comfort,
But perhaps I should not
Ask for such, and perhaps I
Ought not to be open.
But I find that if it can
Be so, perhaps I care
Too much about you, my friend.

--Chris Ess / Sasami
written 25 October 1998

Added 25 October 1998

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