spirit

bend heart but do not break.
the bough is heavy but does not quake.
the sun is bright the soul awake.

i am the other.
the mother and the brother.
branches of a tree.

the splendor of spring
lingers in the autumn air.
haunting our goodbyes.

the sorrow of friends
binds journeys to history.
tied by hate or love.

in the deep star bright
was i born with ready plight.
cradle to grave’s fight.

each year we are robbed.
thieves steal from the best of us.
we poorer for it.