Why I Failed Poem by James McLain

I died for beauty,
but stay, I'm there entombed.
When one which died for truth
lies locked away, the sky.
He questioned gently,
why I failed?
For her beauty,
could not speak, of what he saw.
Again no answer.
Breath your lips,
must try to move apart.
And I for truth
both lay between, are one.
We a brother\sister aren't.
She said.
And thus, as their parents,
met, they did one night.
We spoke between the rooms.
Hours passed and it was quite,
except the voices of the sea.
So it was that foam it reached
her lips and made one name.