The Mirth-Masked Rue

The good boy in view

Will never see behind the mirth and honey mask the oceans colliding,

He'll never know such rue

The lament he'll never know of the one who can't choose

Between friends

That their heart will for both forever ooze

Both loves mean everything-- so high a price

One cannot risk the cost of them becoming nothing

So silence will have to suffice

The heart flies among the clouds-- oh, the ways of this boy--

And it the mind tries to ground

This silent kind of joy

The other, a dear one, knows not the knife shroud in light

Twisted in the gut

The secret thorn I am trying to fight

The agony of this-- oh, my silent plight

To have her and not me

Is the sad decision in the right

Farewell to the boy who, in my dark, was the light.