Faye Sizemore

ON THE OTHER SIDE OF NEVER

A long time coming…
this time called peace
War drums are drumming
The sound of them somehow
seems so important
… to the here and now

Brother… walk carefully
I will not tread on you
nor allow you to tread on me
Forget how we pained…
for grudges are naught
… never to be gained

For brother… you and I
we bleed the same…
and… in whose name:
Can the killing ever stop?
It seems not never… not ever
It is a brand new crop

It would be so sweet
if all could just meet
on the other side of never
… and not just greet
but bind up each other’s
wounds forever…