A Swaying Journey

As summer edges toward death,

I reach out, but can't touch the familiar warmth.

I pursue you in the name of an enemy,

and love you in the name of a brother.

Dreams are the secret words that let us recognize each other,

and the curse that keeps us apart.

Through all the days when our paths did not cross, I gave up everything, just to walk the same road as you.

Thesis: Love and dreams