I have loved her too much, perhaps,
For my own good.
But when the thunder clapped,
among the wood
Her voice and smile could so contrive
To work their spell,
Until that healing power was alive
In me as well.
A brave brother lies not once, I've heard.
Who am I
To doubt a sage, or a brave brother's word?
But I must lie
For when I lie I stand among those who share
The unimaginable pain
of truth repeated- yet who dare
to lie again.
