in those distant folds across the shore;
a young tall tree...
not alone...
ached in silence.
burdened with age,
withered by a thousand autumns;
the old companion,
bends closely and laments-
'THE SILENCE FREEZES !!!
'THE SOLITUDE STINGS !!!
speakest thou before we part...
the days are too short.
o father! i grew out of nothing;
came the sad whispering reply,
days follow days-
the rolling stream of hours;
crumbles the bank of being.
and we,
under a fantasy of blue hopes;
tried to live...
tried to ,love..
and yet! behold !!
something is frozen,
try to keep it warm;
make it alive...
