hear him

He told him, “brother, no,
find your own path,
there are no more leaders,
only good leads,
these wayward days.”

He fumbled with his eyes
a look of love forlorn,
but neither did the other warn
of the things their hearts had stolen,
until they stood firm, silent in prayer.

With ready beat, sweet,
the one heard the other—
so soon are brothers lovers
and beloved! when they sing,
so certain they are of what they bring.

Advertisements

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s