We Spoke of Dreams

Glory capped the mountain -
The ether, Hope illumed;
Frailty lolled its foothills,
He sat - and spoke - with me.

We spoke of dreams, that afternoon,
Ghosts we had chased or cursed;
Shades of selves - we never meet -
We spoke of dying, too.

Leaves lighted all around;
A star found its resting seam;
The maples yawned and stretched -
Politely, none disturbed.

We spoke long into the night
And learned: nothing
- of dreams
- or dying.