poems by: (FIRESTONE FEINBERG)

THERE MUST HAVE BEEN A TIME BEFORE

There must have been a time before

You came into my life —

But seems as if you’ve always been

My dear — my darling — wife.

Tho’ years there were before we met,

And so before we kissed —

Those empty days in mem’ry fade

Like shadows in the mist.

Without guidance

Without guidance

I walk the hills —

I know not where

I travel to —

But I arrive —

And speculate:

Perhaps Someone

Gave direction.

WE STRUGGLE WITH THE SEARCHING EYE

We struggle with the searching eye —

Complain that there’s no light —

Yet never do we recognize

The landscape of our fright.

There’s much to see in darkness — though —

Do not be scared of night —

But turn your vision toward yourself:

Insight!