The Trading Man

The Trading Man

By foot we convene.

Shadowed and tall was he,

only mouth and eyes was spelled out for me to see.

A gift for you, and a future for me.

Something that you become, a better person to be.

Lost are those who strangle your heart,

yet follow my word and a change may start.

We meet here, not far from the vicinity,

where you and I both saw the angels cry with divinity.

Not much the different are you and I,

for our entire being just stretching by.

Yet more is needed in a place she crawled,

and with such causing our hearts both a great stall.

I endow you with power, a saving grace.

In return you must never return to this sacred place.

My Eden is here and not to be trod by sinners,

but my child you must close that which speaks for beginners.

Much is said, yet not much meant.

And for this matter alone, forth alone you were sent.

Next you must leave as you do from this place,

live as the dead, and allow much space.

Further my son, must great silence be heard.

Robing wing and song you are much a worthless bird.

In completion of this task,

and if thrown down in her is that mask.

I shall no longer be.

For if she comes to you, you will no longer be me.

I am you, without her, to explain

and such is the reason for my intolerable pain.

Learn and love as I never did.

And farewell from this hell to you I bid.