Fallow 279

The sun is rising

Over these fields once fallow

In violet hues

The Bard hums a tune

Of a dark conversation

On a nonsense night

Kal'Dreal rests in piece

With his brother in the drawer

Hands still clasped tightly

This will be the last

Whispered like a sweet nothing

In his lover(')s(') ear'(s)'

And the Bro awoke

Still thinking about The Man

Who they had just seen

The sunlight refreshed

Like a woosh of coming home

And a reminder

Of a river ride

Just beside the waterpark

Where he said sage words

Where he said wise words

And they prayed and bowed their heads

For well weighted dice