I
Small we were and I aver the kindred love
of kings and queens was not as bright or pure,
the starry dreams of prose or yore
was not as ravishing as our days who bore
listless, restless, ah priceless memories
we both adore.
But up we grew with far and few
thoughts to share, long and wide,
big and small, crimes to hide.
Now apart thoughts and mind
for we grew hearts below rocks of stone.
Our words exchanged hearts for minds
and so we dwell behind the blinds, us,
wretched future minds.
II
Come and go, short and sweet,
fast and all I dream my sleep,
far and wide fast between
lines that stream, hopeless dream.
Far apart and up again
I lay before my broken dream,
hearts apart up and went
my kindered heart, my blessed stream.
All and all and by and by I sit and wake,
rest and then heart below a pile of stone.
And up they went as down we flew
walls and wells as up we grew,
prose and bells clocks and hells
as we lay beneath our shells.
Far and few words for you
few and far hopes for me.
Our words exchanged our hearts for minds
and so we dwell behind the blinds, us,
wretched future minds.