brother

I looked into my brother’s eye

and saw a tree there waving. 

I passed beyond a garden gate 

and heard a mountain calling. 

I walked a long a stony path 

and tasted waves a–spraying. 

I looked into my brother’s eye 

and felt a fire – burning. 

Deep beyond the black, black sky, 

I looked into my brother’s eyes 

and saw myself there waving.

~ John Lavan

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