I alone am the sole writer
Of this great and lonely play
If I in fact wrote each rewritten line
Would their meaning be deserving
Of their own regrets?
Whom shall I forgive
Or to ask for it in return?
If we’re all connected, every one
Then I am not truly alone
So tell me
When will the haze of this great mystery
become clear?
As for now
I’ll walk hand in hand in silence
For I am
An obscure moon
lighting an obscure world
Joni James 2017