Unmoving,

Unmoving,
This evening is alone.
A quiet brother of mine,
Looking in a mirrored sky divine
For his reflection,
Yet left only is the moon’s perfection;
As we walk conversing,
Through a wintry spring
Of snowcovered living.
My brother is where solace dwells,
His words the easy ancient spells
For those of us with lonely hearts
Walking the streets somewhere apart