The Tower – Susan Varo – 1/6/1997

There high up there

There in the midst

A bell rings in the tower

A sad ironic twist

Below far below

Below there is a wedding

Oh no not for me

I, I keep forgetting

Many come and go here

All and one the same

Written in this book called life

To call upon their names

For I too know the tower

Like many all around

It summons like a call to arms

I still yet know the sound

For I drift down to your gilded door

From your enormous steeple

I go inside and when I do

There’s an enormous mass of people

No one sees me but I see

A beautiful groom inside

Can it be is it me

No, I am not the bride

It doesn’t seem long that I see

No more than half an hour

The bells are ringing for those two

High up in the tower

I await my turn

When I will be much more

Than just seeing and seeing life

That I had seen before

The bells will ring again

Is this the final hour

Should I drift here just aloof

Or wait inside the tower

The bells like music to my ears

Like when a choir sings

And in between I hear the sounds

Of flying angels wings

There high up there

There I can see

A bell rings in the tower

Now the bell tows for me