"write me a story,
better yet
tell me one,
tell me one"
"but it is a story old as folklore,
yet as tragic as time."
"then burden me with nothing but laughter,
shower me with glee,
bring me tears pouring with sweetness,
so tell me what thee see."
these were the words given to me,
by an unwise of the unwise,
he was short as a young 'un tree,
but as old as ancient,
he was one of the ones,
who is terribly ignorant.
never once did he feel the need to see,
beyond the mountains and borders,
that somewhere out there,
as far away as the edge of sea,
a world like an other,
filled with beautiful requiems,
sad melodies,
a world he fails to see,
he wanted a story,
but all i have is a life where
sadness befalls,
happiness betrays,
loves never,
and joy affrays.
"but i have no such story,"
i said to the joyful old man.
"rubbish!" he exclaimed,
his belly bounced as he happily dismissed
my very serious stare.
"the world out there is complex,
i was uncertain,
yet i was forced. I was burdened,
to accept. Yes I had to go, no matter what
because of your will."
"yes yes because i want to know what it is you see,"
said he
warnings and warnings i give,
but the old man persists.
i sighed one last time.
"well let's see...
i saw the green snake,
hanging from the tree,
tempting me.
i saw beautiful maidens,
sitting by the rocks,
singing oh so sweetly.
i saw plenty,
beautiful things,
marvellous wonders,
magnificent miracles,
glorious treasures.
but i also saw plenty,
what i have never seen before,
what i have never imagine,
what i have not feel,
what i do not wish to tell."
my eyes stared deep,
telling him to stop
let me in peace
and disturb me no more.
"so tell me,
tell me."
said he, persistently.
ignorant fool.
"i have nothing to tell,
that is of your want."
"nonsense!", cried the old fool.
and so that day
as i tell the story
of what i have seen
of what i have felt
of what i did not dream
will be the day
he felt
another besides happiness
another besides joy
another besides hope
draining all
perishing all,
and no more.
the old man,
who is as tall as a young 'un tree,
heard the story,
to this day his belly
does not bounce of laughter
his smile
is sorry and sorrowful
his laugh
is shortened to a sigh
what happened that day?
what was the story told?
what can make a jovial person
turn into such doll?
warnings you have been given
and i shall not reveal
what i have told
to the old man still.
well... i shall say no more.
