Brotherhood

the world breaks everyone
and afterwards, many are strong
at the broken places

we heard the mullah
call the believers
before morning
dawn

A bumpy ride
on a bus tour
with an upset
ram on top
breathed life
in a couple
ignorant souls

who could of dreamed 
of all the broken places
that would be placed 
before us 
in separate 
but unison
experiences that
were carved 
into our existence 

the cobble streets
of essaouira
sang our pathway
defiance being your 
tambourine
while diplomacy
blew my horn
and though
somehow our 
instruments
interchanged
throughout the years
i never recalled
the bell
of normalcy 
being present
within the mix

Brotherhood
works that
way

somedays
I dread
the last tune
that will eventually
find its way

yet when it emerges
it will fade into
the heavens
where eternally
tunes of yesterday
are continuously played...