Brother - a moving poem
I am so lucky
I never feel truly alone.
And when I do
I know… I just know
That my genome sprawls way beyond my fragile flesh and bones.
When I entered into this burning ice cold flames world,
Despite first jumping across my sleeping 50cm corpse, maybe, potentially putting my life at hold,
You were already there to keep my infantile neck strong,
We never really had gotten along, when maturing door to door.
But I recall being sixteen and indefinitely shutting the door of my safeguarded home,
You staying up, indulging into the darkness of a summer, combusting night,
Trying to assemble a bouquet of words into one single, but not finite, good bye..
I have embarked onto my own journey of life.
An unknown number of years has gone by;
The distance have kept us alert, and years of sporadic telephone calls, sometimes weeks of enduring silence,
Helped us both put down the Berlin Wall and build a bridge, strong enough to bolster the resonance of our refulgent souls.
I know… I just know
That your prudence will never fail to rescue my bilious mind.
When I broke down, leaving the remnants of debris behind,
You were quick to react, and your benevolent words etched my disturbing psych,
Helping dissolve the venom rushing down my slightly curved spine.
An unknown number of years have gone by,
And life now resembles a tangled, non-cogent, yet enchanting edifice.
I still require galore intimations to gain just a brief insight..
Oh lord, no book on my night stand would ever fully suffice.
Meanwhile, you brother, have ploughed a wide orifice,
And now you have a front view of your own field of life.
No weeds left to reap, only a trodden lane to stroll by.
Form a distance, it seems so concise.
Oh brother, I am so happy your stars have aligned, lingering upon the night milky sky.
And that you have been rendered the one,
With whom you can safely wear your heart on the sleeve,
And frolic through unprecedented heartaches of life, not even counting the years slip by.
You will soon have your own humble brood, with a hand full of sparrows warbling,
Testing your altering mood.
I am sure it will be amusing to watch,
You loosing temper, short lived that of a little mischievous kid,
To only observe you evolve into an Oak tree, with a root system supporting all and beyond.
The unknown number of years will go by, inevitably diverging the source of our light.
The dynamics of mandate routine will obscure the cross-roads of our lives.
But I know, when in desperate need, desperate search for truth,
The stubborn lock on the front door of our abandoned home will shed its rust.
And with iron terra-cotta corrosion left on my trembling hands,
I will leap in and be guided by the strain of your voice, reverberating a lullaby
And transcending us both to the safeguarded home, where two kids still share the genome
And fight for the front seat of grans car, not thinking at all on what’s left to come.
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