A Bewitching Sunset (Brother/Sister)

his story: a bewitching sunset

"you caught my eye the day

you were born.

i myself was of four years,

staring at the miracle before me.

curls of hazelnut with

streaks of fine gold.

captivating emerald orbs,

f i e r y

with the light of Life."

"little ballerina feet

took their first steps.

pink lips

mouthed their first words.

tiny hands

wrote their first sentences.

come thirteen,

i was seventeen.

your babe form

was but a hazy

m e m o r y.

i didn't know you.  

i didn't know the girl

whose feet had carried her

miles and miles,

whose mouth spewed

blasphemy,

whose fists often met with

another's face.

but i was mystified. 

i wanted to know more about 

this stranger."

"but when that mask was taken off,

when that skin was shed so briefly,

feet pounded,

mouth screamed,

hands cut.

blood was shed.

but i was there.  

c h a o s

and

u n r e s t

was when i was always there.

it was as if it was my sworn duty. 

a sworn duty i had pledged to on

the day you were born."

"years later, you were home.

a rocky path unfolded before you.

and i wasn't.

a mountain rose above me.

we kept in touch. 

in that time,

love had blossomed.

i could tell.

the sparkling eyes,