Sister

I’ll start this poem the way they all start
Proclaiming my hopes, my need, my love
Saying that without you there’d be a hole in my heart
And the sky would be cloudy up above
 
Her lips were shiny golden pearl
Or so they claimed when they’d kissed her
They ask me: “My, do you know that girl?”
And I say: “Yeah, that’s my sister.”

Your face is the name of blushing art
You run, you fly, you’re wild and free
I’ll hold my breath as you depart
Without you, grayness overcomes me

Take my hand and hold it tight
Through roses, pines and heather
We’ll always walk through silvery nights
Because we belong together