Month: December 2019

He lives mostly
in the shadow
of the man
he dreamed to be
yet sometimes
in the dappled sunlight
he sees the person
that looks a lot like he.

I am lost to the power
that would shape your heart
to a confident beat,
that would cradle your fear
in an open window,
that would take the guilt
upon which your innocence hangs.

I saw her tonight
across the bay,
a line of lights
along the shore
of the island,
dancing star-like,
glow worms in waltz time,
hung by silence
and the darkness.

I’ve always dreamed of sailing
through the heart of every song,
in praise, would we be found there,
this symphony and friendship,
this ocean that we share.

On cold nights
I sometimes return
to that empty street
and stand in the shadows
cast by moving trees
and pray there
standing on my knees.

A song of six strings lilting
soothes the troubled breast,
plays down the winding highway,
holds hearts in a single quest.

The two alone are walking
brothers arm in arm
leaning one upon the other
out of reach of hate and harm.

An arrow shot in friendship
pierces heart and core
and holds the two together
with a promise that they swore.