And the Rainbow Cut the Sky in Half

When two lonesome souls
Find each other’s path
They secretly blossom
Into a vast loneliness

          And there is dust there
          To make tired eyes dry
          And there is a song there
          To fill dark nights in promise

                    Armenian hands leave no scars
                    But cannot heal old wounds
                    For there is a song there
                    That makes dry eyes wet

                              …When two lonesome souls
                                  Walk their separate paths
                                  They leave no trace
                                  Just the promise to walk alone

November 12, 2016
© Vahé A. Kazandjian, 2016

I first saw Leonard Cohen on stage in Montréal, in 1976. And last time in Maryland, in 2010.