~Brother to Brother~

~when I look into your eyes I see~
  ~a rewind/fast-forward reflection~
  ~of two small boys~
  ~standing before the forest of their lives~
  ~breath of wind~
  ~& they are blown~
  ~hand in hand~
  ~into a storm of years~

~there is a flurry~
  ~of fists and lips & angry eyes~
  ~tears, grief & separate joy~
  ~as they pursue individual dreams~
  ~chase money & women~
  ~madness & music~
  ~the mysteries of paths apart~
  ~& alone~

~when the smoke of time clears~
  ~there are two small boys~
  ~wearing the faces~
  ~of the men they have become~
  ~their hands meet~
  ~they embrace~
  ~standing before~
  ~the forest of their lives~
  ~a fresh wind holds them~
  ~whispering~

~blood is not brother~
  ~yet no friend is like~
  ~a brother of the blood~

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~Watercolor Mirror~


  ~delicate & impassioned~
  ~trees in the ocean forest~
  ~sway madly in the water wind~
  ~long for a taste of the moon~

~fin winged creatures fly~
  ~perform aqua aerobatics~
  ~cling to a singular darting motion~
  ~clouds in a liquid sky~

~some deep & forgiven~
  ~dwell in a land of lesser angels~
  ~whose sin was eyes~
  ~& sea the less~

~this nature of lottery~
  ~its thin needle of faith~
  ~rewards the aggressor~
  ~in a tangle-web of numbers~


    ~the march of the heavens~
  ~pulls hair from all trees~
  ~excites an ebb & flow of blood~
  ~in a sweep of timeless tide~

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  ~first published in Newsletter Inago~
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  Tom (WordWulf) Sterner ©

 
 
Picture
~when the final dance is over~
~I'll be holding up the wall~
~with these eyes, a thousand candles~
~years passing down the hall~
~I see you in your soft gown~
~wings of eternal lace~
~in a pirouette never-ending~
~your fall through the fingers of grace~

~when the last grave has been filled~
~I will stand me aside with my spade~
~bite down through layers of dust~
~lost civilizations have made~
~I will kiss your skin through a candle~
~ashes and blood of your name~
~with lips of ten thousand lovers~
~godforsaken and soon to be slain~

~when the tide is a weeping of rivers~
~flames, a face on the sand~
~I will shed my garment, reveal~
~at last and for once who I am~
~Children, awake in the forest~
~wander a garden of moon~
~sleep, as earth is your cradle~
~held in a moment of lune~

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