|I cannot see the road before us,
Where we might meet the end.
Still, I need to know that it is there,
I cannot see how we will travel,
I cannot see who’s there to greet us
I cannot see the songs and stories
I cannot see and yet I trust that
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Reflecting a new and odd sentiment so well!
Though the ‘dreams are in abeyance’ there’s a feeling of sleep walking and distress in this poem,then in the last stanza,the need to trust re asserts itself,but does the writer completely believe in the resolution? The ending,looked for and longed for has become an ending – less concrete perhaps ? More accepting of the unknown nature of an ending?