Sister

Your youth, your passion
Little sister, once was mine
In thought, in mind only
Love, not reality
More than just a dream
A scheme of coping, with wanting
And hoping,
A Silent scream
The death knell of the dream

He stands in grace, beautiful,
Sunlight in his hair.
The curve of his face, radiance
A landscape I cannot share
Not for all the magic,
Not for all my wiles or schemes
Not for this…Nor any other lifetime
Only the death of disregarded dreams

But profoundly, I know truly
That this hope of mine can never be
More than but the still-born baby
Of ragged thoughts and putrid fantasy
For Freewill is the watchword and the proof
That hearts desires cannot vanquish Truth.

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