Young men

When Young men vanish silently,
what misfortunes could those be,
Men like Lions ,strong and pure,
Yet alone always ,
what do they endure?
when women chasing them,
yet in their full beauty,
they turn away,
what Hurt that must be?
what makes them Happy ?
what love they seek?
what dreams they dream?

The ordinary world Knows not ,
This sorrow ,nothing personal ,
This madness not of impressions ,
who can stand by those ?
who dares float the forest fire?
who acknowldges a silent desire?
None.

The world has business,
thousand things,useless,
but their hearts empty
how will they hear,
songs of those
who disappear,

But the rare Kind walk alone ,
like an untouched stone,
rolling into great rivers,
never seen,never heard ,
they travel to the ocean,
till the end of this Holy life ,
But sadness never touches them?
who knows and who has the care !
for those who vanish into thick air