Monday, March 18, 2013

Tea for Two: Muse-to-Muse




If you could possibly unravel all the hidden reasons why
Your promising youth withheld pleasures that treasured delay;
Then wonderful wise man, what would you say before you die

To learned priests who ended up shrugging their shoulders high
Whose names now engrave tombs where still old men pray;
If you could possibly unravel all the hidden reasons why

The slowing Earth now returns your middle aged wandering eye
With cold reproves for one now gone more than half way;
Then wonderful wise man, what would you say before you die

If the World's chequered chessboard somehow skipped your life by
Will you continue dancing the Aristotelian melodies logicians play;
If you could possibly unravel all the hidden reasons why

With every passing anniversary partners and friends begin to sigh
At what could of been your glorious making, but insist on being shy;
Then wonderful wise man, what would you say before you die

To your own unfolding being in the mirror of your mind's eye
Observing a being serenely gone beyond our laugh and our cry;
If you could possibly unravel all the hidden reasons why
Then wonderful wise man, what would you say before you die