For you, Brother

The soldier born, amongst the arrows

A quiver of sunshine that shakes the sorrow

Fibre strong, with a lion's mane

That sends oceans forth into the grain

The mantle shattered, like earthen stones

That roll through the rivers, far from home

Burdened hearts like newborn stars

That anchor travellers, riding far

Tied like golden strands of day

That blesses the brink with a heavenly blaze

Fallen angels are the heart's new rain

That sing as they fly into arms again

Such are the lost and sacred truths

That we sew like the seeds that fall into you

Found in the water of the forest's falls

That gather in the trees, to delight them all

For the open wounds are the sign of the bear

That stands on the mountain, through shadows it stares

It roars through the night to awaken the hills 

That roll into valleys, no longer so still

This is the tale that graces the fields

That carry the message, far from here

For Brother, my ship sails ever on 

For the harbour bleeds crimson, by the setting sun

Reviews

[John the Baptist]

Full of rich and unique images and stirring words. Sounds like a tale told by a warrior.