They spread their imagined wings
And fly
To far away places
That have no name.
I still myself
I take over
I relax and watch and wait.
A thought flys
And carries with it my brother
I wait still, I watch quiet
I await my brothers' return.
He speaks to me
From far away places
I listen and nod
I take no steps towards him
I go not.
I am relaxed, silent
My brother is happy
I do not go
I wait and now and then
I speak.
I watch my brother
I am quiet
I do not believe in him
I nod and smile and speak
I do not believe in me
I am quiet, I am still
I wait for my brother.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A good start with a nice, John Guiney. Read my poem Love and L u s t. Thanks.