Hes a man with a great and violent destiny,
All tied up with an infamous mother, a headcase sister,
And numerous sinning relatives.
He is Orestes.
I am devoted to him. I am Pylades.
We grew up together, studied together, learned to fight together
Learned to love together.
It didnt happen right away, but within six months of his arrival
We were inseparable.
Orestes was intended to carry out his task alone.
But I held the urn. I handed him the sword. The sword,
With which he killed his mother.
I stood beside him as he came face to face with his fathers killer.
I was with him when he was told what he had to
No declarations,
No words--
Just rest now-- just lay with me
Let the sun drift
And our thoughts sift.
No explanations,
No clarifications--
Its plain to see
Our eyes share
The same tender care.
No fanfare,
No ceremony--
Lets play
Tonight
In the yellow, moony lamplight.
No pokes,
No prods--
Mornings arms
Like gold pouring into our eyes
Simply beautiful; material lies.
No incandescence,
No artifice--
A crescendo of bronze, bark, and arbor
welcome every dead drag of Lights--
A crimson life just might bloom;
Not in you,
Not in me,
But us.