JARED (Ender of Jage)

There was the time when time had
no name, and a man crossed the desert
on the belief in the promise of love.
There was the time when love had no name.
That man was Jared.

Love, when she appeared, hid
herself behind a veil of wordlessness:
if words were weapons she would not fight,
no, not even for. Her love.

There was the time you were looking
for a new name and I said, what about
Jared,
for that was who bravely crossed the barren
chambers of this heart -

but by then you had already fallen for
someone
else whose brother was Jared
(what are the odds?), turned
your back upon my question,
ended an age.

(all this I realised much later, of course?)

Perhaps all that took place in a parallel
reality; it doesn’t really matter.
In mine, there was no desert, and
you are not Jared.