Fleeting.

To my brother :-

When one becomes another,
How different can be I,
With whispers in time ringing,
Far away with it's endless flow,
I hear no longer chords.

I give my hand hidden,
When I need one, most dire.
Silence! Dear thoughts,
For you shatter my heart,
Coiling rashly, bleeding hope.

And love for one after,
This turmoil is sealed,
Pitifully awakening the ugly,
And unseen, it stirs words,
Piercing all to none.

Acceptance lingers weak,
Like silence should be,
And silence I wield,
Gathering a stable calm,
Oh, how time groped hopeless.

Ielfphil Raven.