Ages

I can see the distance now
you behind mirrors
in a world, perhaps, another life.

I would be there if I could
begin
even from the furthest
to you.

I would be there, eventually.

Alas, from this perspective,
I am in prison cells of a man's creation.

The wintry nights are not so pleasant
beside the concrete, the cities.

It would have been better,
if we would have stayed on islands
leaving the natural landscapes,
untouched.

In fact, it would have been better
if we never treaded over flowers
into journeys, seeking war.

And yet,
no one ever denies
that we do not live in evils.

From the wilderness, as brutes,
to the cities, in greed.

I chose, if I could,
to leave it all behind.

In another world, I could have been a bard
placing my books beside my windows.

In some other life I would have waited for you,
in my cottage beside the lakeside,

waiting with a fire,
a calm song, anything besides
what we are now.

03.20.23