THE THRESHOLD .. . Self-deceit You approach and in my mind a storm begins to rage: a tide of warm emotion is stemmed into a trickle of cold civility, a passionate gaze is transformed into a mere passing glance, an affectionate smile is contorted into an inane grin, the truth is hidden and the lie believed, "I love you" becomes "I like you." "Hi" "Oh, hi." You walk on by, and in an instant the panic dies. The ruffled waters melt into a slow gentle swell and inwardly I cry.
B. M. Kay.
Until the Real Tomorrow One day One long day, I shall climb to the highest peak of the hills of gold, and I shall peer down into the valley of my love. Maybe, I shall see the dormant sun. Maybe, I shall see the dormant Kings of the mountains. And maybe I shall see the awakening. One day One long day, I shall climb to the highest peak of the hills of gold, and I shall listen. Maybe, I shall hear the call of the bugles from the rugged horizon, beckoning me to come and join the battle. Maybe, I shall hear the echo of myself crying. And maybe the wind will carry me the voices of the awakening. 68
