Friday, November 4, 2005
I saw a sunrise bow in greeting before my brother.
The waning moon of his gaze focused
beyond the weeping and wailing of stars
falling like civilizations through my heart.
And the myriad insulting meanings of life
played upon his face like the spirits
of things I have never understood.
I saw a sunrise take my brother into its arms
and spread his colors across the sky, burning like butterflies
from one end of the wailing horizon to the other.
(from I Made My Boy Out of Poetry)
Aberjhani© 2/22/2005Photo: TRRyan - Milos, Greece - 2004
Posted by Timothy Ryan