O David, my singing brother

 
O David, my singing brother
aflame with canticles in the night
fingers burning for the strings
an unseen hand etching paeans of fire on your heart
and you, barely breathing on your bed,
wide-eyed, seeing everything
even in the dark
 
 
© Meisaan Chan

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