I wish to communicate.
Alas, fate does not desire
that we should speak today;
instead it blocks our way with fire,
which we perceive as brute force.
It’s not, of course, merely smoke;
but feel – its flames do not burn.
Though we both yearn in dismay
at the chasm between us,
neither trusts the other’s pyre;
and so we forgo friendly chat,
each one thinking that a liar
is not worth time spent to know.
Enmity grows between us;
two who could have been such friends.
The whole world ends just like that.
awdl gywydd
15 AUG 2006
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