write to me of your lives, loves

Think of them all, brothers in arms, spread over the world like rogue missionaries: one roaming urban waste, strut making waves amid the up and in and down and out alike; one scaring flocks of invisible birds from high branches he's created; one all good intent making peace with bare hands and sideways smiles; one bringing romance to the modern world, hair in the wind, eyes to the bow. Women dancing in and out like northern lights reminding them of home--requiring too much to touch, the brothers soldier on paths of lonely enlightenment. 

Think of them all, dazzling spectacle demanding court reporter, asking favours of their old lady. Think of them all, mapping dusty dreams, and wonder which turn next brings them my way.