To My Sister

I wrote a dream for you, Sister,
and hid it between the pages
of the ages and the winds.
I watched you dancing in the rain,
watched your courtly reign of grace
and knew you would discover the fragments
one day and mistake them for your own
and gather them to you like children,
inside the walls of stone.

Can you watch over her mister?
She spends so much time flickering
through the alleys, through the winds
through the souls of those who think
she has sinned.
That dream is dead
a thousand masses deep
as silently she weeps her sleep.

Qu'est-ce que c'est?
What is this that keeps you
docile and compliant?
The flood waters are coming, Sister,
and I haven't courage enough for us both.
Nor can you escape into the church wall paintings
to find yourself untouchable.

I wrote a dream for you; now you must find it.
I did not write the end.

Reviews

[Devilyn]

Very good! That really written well.

[J A Lauder]

It's a beautiful sentiment and a well written poem. Well done, again your imagery was brilliant as well.

[A]

Very well done! Your poem just flows and has great visuals! Good work! :)

[Ben]

Very good. I like the feel of it. Keep it up!