Your Brother Is My Brother Poem by Richard Weissman

I ache with pain transcendent of self,
Because of love I know your sadness,
Because of love I writhe with dark.
Still I'd not trade it for all life's green gloried pleasures,
Nor famed fortunes amassed midst kaleidoscopic spring.
Your love is the only thing that matters when all life's stories have been sung,
Though I stand drunk with your essence,
Though I am broken by your hurt,
Still I'd not trade it for all life's green gloried pleasures,
As you ask with your eyes,
"Are you still standing for my fallen sibling? "
And I answer in strong whisper,
"Your brother is my brother."
And seal self in your tear-salted lips.

6/29/16