My little prince, my brother
swimming in a football story
of battle and athletic glory
back from sports practice with our mother
Blue eyes roam a crackered page
then ascend to meet my stare
pulling oxygen out of the air
doorways to a nearing age
My surprised heart is turned to mince
My mind jumps and my soul sees
those blue castles staring at me
Where is my little prince?
He has slipped off into nothing
And those traveling blue eyes see
through season and through century
From those eyes stares a striking king
I read those blue eyes like a book
and distant drums throb in my chest
and beat, beat, beat for a coming quest
A future unfolds as I look
I see a long, respected reign
a time of conquest and success
but also prideful recklessness
and cold defeat and loss and pain
Violent battles and crippling war
Atlas's great shoulders ache
A kingly heart threatens to break
asking what he’s fighting for
But in the ash a phoenix stirs
Wisdom is his long-earned prize
A lifetime behind those blue eyes
to share as the world slowly blurs
My little prince, my brother
whose hugs always feel like goodbye
who holds an ocean in each eye
is becoming some strange other
Blue clocks in their twin tune sing
tic tic tic-Time’s running out
So give a cry and give a shout
March march march-Here comes the king
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