They spread their imagined wings <br />And fly <br />To far away places <br />That have no name. <br /> <br />I still myself <br />I take over <br />I relax and watch and wait. <br /> <br />A thought flys <br />And carries with it my brother <br />I wait still, I watch quiet <br />I await my brothers' return. <br /> <br />He speaks to me <br />From far away places <br />I listen and nod <br />I take no steps towards him <br />I go not. <br /> <br />I am relaxed, silent <br />My brother is happy <br />I do not go <br />I wait and now and then <br />I speak. <br /> <br />I watch my brother <br />I am quiet <br />I do not believe in him <br />I nod and smile and speak <br />I do not believe in me <br />I am quiet, I am still <br />I wait for my brother.<br /><br />John Guiney<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/far-away-places-2/
