here lies peacefully a man
resting deeply in earth’s hands
leaving life with the same anonymity
as when before he entered its calamity
his face is eroded with years and smiles
yet, he is faceless
he was a son and perhaps a brother
still, he remains nameless
who are you unknown stranger
seeking the fringe to linger?
who are you mystery man
lurking in the shadowy lands?
you speak, but your words fall short of sound
you cry, but your tears never quite strike the ground
you love, yet its depths are but hollowed-earth
you die, the world is unflinched as when you birthed
what if i had your life and when i should die
would i have lived or would it all be a lie?
tell me that love unrequited survives undiminished
and that loneliness is the true path of an aged sage
let the will of the stoic numb my blistered heart
even if it should fail from unbearable dis-ease
that i would continue to walk in the land of men
with invisible footprints weathered by the sands