03-22-2012, 01:00 AM
I once met a man who said that he knew me, he knew we had shared things long years ago.
He said he was certain that we had been comrades and that we had such secrets no others should know.
As we tarried together I thought him familiar, I felt and believed I had had met him before;
but strangely the memories just would not gather, would not fit together as if there was more
hidden deep in his soul, to which I was not privy. I sighed and felt calmed by the night in his eyes,
as the silence between us became analgesic, like vision unchanged clouds over then dies.
I asked him to give me some strong recollections, some memorable moments to unlock my mind.
Then he looked at me sternly, his eyes looked to my eyes, and for barely an instant I felt I was blind.
Blind to the past and to all that had made me, blind to the roads and pathways I’d walked.
Blind to the options and choices time gave me, just drifting along as the road of life forked.
Then softly he whispered, and this was his moment, that we had a destiny yet to be found
and all that we have is all we have left; our baggage and trophies left strewn around
in the ditches and verges of the long road to no where, where naked and perfect we walk to our goal.
Then slowly he vanished , as the glass became misted, and the mirror no longer laid bare his soul.
Tectak 2006
He said he was certain that we had been comrades and that we had such secrets no others should know.
As we tarried together I thought him familiar, I felt and believed I had had met him before;
but strangely the memories just would not gather, would not fit together as if there was more
hidden deep in his soul, to which I was not privy. I sighed and felt calmed by the night in his eyes,
as the silence between us became analgesic, like vision unchanged clouds over then dies.
I asked him to give me some strong recollections, some memorable moments to unlock my mind.
Then he looked at me sternly, his eyes looked to my eyes, and for barely an instant I felt I was blind.
Blind to the past and to all that had made me, blind to the roads and pathways I’d walked.
Blind to the options and choices time gave me, just drifting along as the road of life forked.
Then softly he whispered, and this was his moment, that we had a destiny yet to be found
and all that we have is all we have left; our baggage and trophies left strewn around
in the ditches and verges of the long road to no where, where naked and perfect we walk to our goal.
Then slowly he vanished , as the glass became misted, and the mirror no longer laid bare his soul.
Tectak 2006