I set my ladder against the sky,
That all-seeing eye
Beneath whom we survived,
Fixed within a finite sphere
And unspoken sin;
Bound by compassed skin.
In my exile I fed not on dreams of hope,
Only scraps of small fortune.
Never did I seek release from this sentiment,
This foolish consistency,
Until you in such decay I found,
From this dissolving earth unwound.
During desperate cause we shared
Time and chance to pause between
The doubts, those traitors to truth.
We spoke the words in mirrored mind
To ask the silent question,
And answer in a common vein.
To my red, shall your white rose cede -
Side by side to bleed.
