Feathery blond hair and watery blue eyes
That glow like sun reflecting of the bottom of a pool.
Sad orbs humbled by the way life has treated you,
Now that your older , a year or two, you have slowed
To a calmer calculation of the ugly world.
You hold your head up like you need to see,
Not like you are
too proud,
and you speak,Only when you need heard not just
To be loud.
And you see more with your soft glow than
I could ever share
out loud.
We speak more between shared looks
Caught between quickened glances
And a slow pace than words shared
At face to face or hostile stances,
More in your actions
Then in an element more fake, you take
The hard things with me, without a blink
Hesitation or the loss of sleep.
I trust you more than anyone ,anything,
And you trust me the same, I think,
I thank you for being Stone with a soft face,
The strongest and fast paced, the calmest
And well placed, thanks for being the one I save,
And being my little brother  still ,
Long after your old enough, big enough to ****
My fragile dreams.
It seems between you and I nothing changes,
I’ll probably never have you read this , same way we never say it,
Promises are better kept before the day their stated.
But I’ll be what you need,
And today's beast we’ll slay it.