Cave Of Shadows Poem by Jerome Brooke

Fast, fast the river flows,
White with waves.
Speeding thru cold years,
Icy, dark days.

Troubled, the deep river goes,
Past cliffs, past eyes;
Caves of silent, waiting darkness,
Windows of night.

Dark eyes, burning in hate, that see,
See the hidden, distant goal;
Where the swift, wild, fleeing river,
Cold and deep, does flow.

Caves of wisdom, cold eyes of fear,
Our dim future now reveals.
All hope secures, all truth, freely tells:
With words, broken from seals.

From my Cave of Shadows (Amazon Books)