silent salutations

Silent salutations slip through another’s lips—

I can’t help but wonder, wistfully,

how you see me through a brother’s borrowed words.

A luminary light flickers still in the dark,

that hides my heart like a bulletproof barrier—

barren, yet beckoning for someone, anyone,

to free it with the quiet power of whispered words.

I hope you hear me through the hall,

crowded with convoluted concepts,

cluttered with common misconceptions

about my ambiguous ache and admiration.

My feelings are what I find hard to hide 

because of the way you behold yourself– 

you are always the art that awakens me.