iii.I find you in such hidden forests
Asking only for your honor
I lay myself before you
knowing someday you will return
to these places we must keep our silences,
to these days of bartered lies.
I offer only simplest me,
not by my peers, but by this past,
a charter of a life misunderstood.
The bits I freely give to you,
without guile, without farce,
I lay on open hand;
yet in the other
hold the memories of the life
I chose by mind, but not by heart...
(how I wonder why we spend such silly silence
trapping truths instead of lies,
for to lie would be more honest.)
I will someday bend, and mourn my life
and the wind will weep its moanly tears,
while the softly baubled sun in kindly sheltered time
will find its resting place...
and there this faithful love of mine and I shall rest forever,
in a darkness no less bright.
(And when we ask,
and when we bend
there is a sun no more.
I shall always be the moon.)