In the flowers of youth;
The new hour spawns
The powers of Truth.
For a river to the ocean
Must someday be yielded
As the quiver of emotion
Is one day wielded.
Two lovers will sleep in the same stream
Each winding at equal lengths,
Each finding the same dream...
Two brothers taming equal strengths.
Merging with the same sea,
Blended as the Lovers, they are reborn.
Kissed within the midst of time;
Sworn as brothers in blood,
Across time that now traces
The same hidden faces of the future,
They choose what is good
And rhyme again as Men of Peace.
Releasing their love into nights of passion,
They learn compassion, and turn
The warmth of the eternal sun,
Into the light of love for everyone.
Forever.
May 9, 2012
