So it came another time when the two came together,
You must login to vote
And yet, livid and pallid, each shocked the other,
Gone, gone, time in suddenness long passed,
Though the stones remain, and paths still crossed.
One: Take upon yourself this ancient burden,
And do not rest until you reach end of the garden,
Wherefore should not exist,
And neither should hunger nor thirst.
The Other: Oh, but I am weary and full of sorrow,
Can you spare me of this at least till the morrow,
Do not bid me to be gone, of this I beg,
Let me sleep, after I down a dream filled keg.
One: What good will it do?
The dream is false, the real is true,
Drink no more of flattering ecstasy,
Those food of sycophants, and poetry.
The Other: Call me weak with sentiments,
Denounce me with your eyes and theological rudiments,
Times are unkind, and Fortune worse,
Doom in doom, there is tragedy in this discourse.
One: If darkness were a wound,
This place would have never been found,
All praise, all speak, an evergreen- life;
Walk the terrace, and listen not to ignorant rife.
Fluttering gone, roaming as feathers,
Those wind carried thoughts, dithers-
No more will they speak, forever silenced,
Till the sun graces again, and lights are tossed.
The conscious shape reality.