Second Thought

will you my love find a new rhythm to breathing
without me
will you saunter into enlightenment 
or into the vast wilds of nothing taking
space up inside your intricate ears
the months away
how will they change you love ?

if you call my name will I hear you 

in the restlessness of the Summer trees dancing 

in the Carolina skyline

or in the heat of the warm cemented sidewalks

you strum silence together like guitar strings

leave me hungry for beauty, your laughter

I want to open my ceiling and stare at the stars

watch Heaven burn alive with night tapestry

that day swallows whole

I am a torn edge, longing to be just an itch 

in the hollow curve of your ivory collarbone 

or a tiny glint of light in your green eyes

hopefully I'm just a second thought away

hurry home love

Your fall

and sometimes I'm still trying to break your fall...

it's sad we never got to see the ocean together

but the sky was always watching, moving

and it was blue enough

we just knew something better was coming

it just never reached us

we talked through the night about small nothings

just happy we belonged beneath the same roof

and you always fell asleep first leaving me

to ponder the fires of a future truth

open ended conversations we never finished

well perhaps that's for another day

another place

when I catch up to you

wish I had just a spoonful of the hill 

we used to climb

wish I could sit in the barn we used to hide

we were wind chasers, star tracers

damn near choked on their indifference

but I was yours and you were mine

and your dark eyes were the only dark eyes

I ever saw my reflection in

and I would have taken your fall my brother

it just wasn't up to me

Still missing my brother Patrick whom I lost nineteen years ago and I don't think I'll ever stop. It's the unconditional, unromantic love of siblings that buries into our soul unlike any other love we encounter and anyone that has a brother/sister knows and realizes that sometimes this kind of love carries us onward and giving strength and fortitude

to keep carrying on when there's nothing left but revival of memories.