in youthful days long gone i helped you out
your shaking voice convinced me, left no doubt
your choking tears
your talk of fears
your future in my novice hands
naive, i thought back then i'd understand

so, gave the means
i gave the means
to do your deed
to kill your seed
such need, dear friend!
such self-preserving need!

now, here i am much older than before,
standing at the edge of unknown's door
with bloodied hands
with bloodied hands
regretting what i've done
the innocence
the innocence
long gone

...and so i told myself,
"such words could only kill.
and though my voice is soft,
their edges would cut deep."

and so i kept it shut;
my breaths reserved for breathing.
i learned my lessons well-
the reason you're not bleeding.

never forget the rain,
that time the river spoke
as all the cries of pain
were drowned as  levees broke.

the sun sets low against the hills
still bouyant on the waning tide;
a wind that shivers flesh and bone,
a warming light leaves a trace,
and then an empty hole-
no melodies to fill the void.
just sad remorse
and shaking limbs.
all brace against the cold.

life goes on
life goes on
why do you linger on
while everybody lives their lives
without a moment lost?

within her belly rests
the sum of all the joys
and whether girl or boy
it matters not to me.

and so, i won't confess
to aching, tender joints
for whom i do these toils-
they matter most to me.

i hold you in the starlit world.
the moon, in jealousy,
hides her face behind a cloud
of sad uncertainty.
soft words escape the silence here
and in their wake, a sigh
embraces all; a clarion
that ushers in the night.
"farewell, sweet love, I leave you now
upon this ocean shore
never to return again
to hold you evermore."
the parting of our ways- akin
to cleaving of the stone,
so painfully these circumstances
make us drift alone.
"goodbye."

the road that's never travelled's never marked
with guiding prints that lead from near to far;
its distances are daunting in the dark
unless accompanied right from the start.