I looked into my brother’s eye
and saw a tree there waving.
I passed beyond a garden gate
and heard a mountain calling.
I walked a long a stony path
and tasted waves a–spraying.
I looked into my brother’s eye
and felt a fire – burning.
Deep beyond the black, black sky,
I looked into my brother’s eyes
and saw myself there waving.
~ John Lavan
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