We met after a long time
in a dream, the dream
that lasted a night long
we spoke, and we spoke of things
that had occurred to us, and that
we just thought had occurred
she asked, where my whims were gone
I said, gone, and long gone
with the western wind gone wild
she asked, where my thrills were gone
I said, washed, and washed out
in the ravelling skeins of a ceaseless rain,
she asked, where my laughter was gone
I said, drawn, and withdrawn
into the caves of a crazy understanding
she asked, where my smile was gone
I then smiled a smile in vain
lo, woken up was I from the dream,
And she was gone, gone without a word
a paleness fading into a stubborn light:
I'd wanted to ask her all the same
And
then Life keeps changing, so do friends and so do I. . .
It's
all the same, we're all the same...yet another.
