A Tale Of Two Men

Begun on Friday, 26 August, 2005.

They walked together,
Strangers on one journey
Silent, they paced as one –
Two waves in a sea
In the same breath, both wondered
At words they could not speak
Company they dared not seek
And sighed; we are weak,
Oh, we are weak.

They used to cry.
Yet all tears are saline, the same
taste of different reasons.
In all magnitudes of pain,
Misery is a selfish mistress –
So we weep for us,
Memories stored in jars,
And for what has past,
When it has past.

They dreamt their dreams:
From Santa Claus to money and fame.
Those were but foolish toys.
And in the end, they’re all the same,
It’s still a game.
But only then do we regret,
Only then do we regret.

They lie together now,
Beneath the grieving sky –
Friends now, who were not in life.
‘Tis for this loss we sigh:
For what we could have been
Worlds we might have seen
Oh, and all the dreams
All the lost dreams

It seems we are unwise
Not to live well while we can
Nor to cherish –

Ah, but we are human.
(c) Sylphide