The Ghent Review Volume1, Number 1, summer 2016 | Page 30

Young man: A mind can see many things on a night like this And not all of them are wholesome Nor real. Tricks of the moon I say, Tricks of the moon and nothing more than that. Old man: You are too adamant in your denials What did you see? Young man: I saw nothing. Old man: What did you see? What did you see? Tell me, tell me, what did you see? Young man: The leaves moved a little, that’s all. Old man: Yes the leaves moved and you saw the face You did, didn’t you? Young man: I saw….I saw… Old man: Go one, say it, admit that you saw what I saw. Young man: How can I be sure what I saw on a night like this? How can the mind trust itself under the paleness Of the moon and the ragged clouds? Old man: Your heart knows more than your mouth will speak. But your voice betrays you – Yes, you saw what I first saw twenty years ago.