Brother....A Wish

Will cataracts of soul ever find
sizzling scalpels of desires
that sever a loveless blurriness
and slowly stoke its ashen fires ?
A scythe that will cut a swathe
thru' weedy furrows of the mind
shyly, strangely sowing spring
trailing autumns far behind .
Be there then a luminous halo
dreaming , unbenownst brought
who steals the wrath of spoken word
and lays a whisper in my heart....