A Journey of One

My dear older brother,
The one who pushed me beyond firmament and back
The one who gave me wings to fly,
The wicked and holy one, 
The one who confused already confused one
 just to go through the fires of heaven. 

I gave you myself,
I gave all of me to be loved and belong,
The naive one saw in everyone the right one,
Listened to all of it and haven't complained, 
suffered just to be loved, to be a part. 

The noise which you used
 to wake me up is the noise
 which created the worlds,
My path is our path, 
My life is my journey and
I'm myself only judgement. 

So brother,
I'm taking your power over me,
I'm redeeming myself in one,
Perfect but not perfect,
From the one but not the one.

I will ask you to push me again,
But brother let me heal the wounds 
of the holy war which happened in me.

I was my judgement and my eye,
And just, just a bit you pushed more
 then my love could survive. 

I missed my opportunities,
But my opportunities are just to come. 

Be there for me brother,
When I reach the stars  again,
But hold my hand and we will create harmony over noise. 

David E. Kiefermond