A Walk With His Sister

Clutching her cart a girl with her purple hood,
Walks through the dreary woods,
In search for the apple groves,
The silence broken by the dried leaves.

And by her side is her brothers smile,
On looking each tree with keen eyes,
And in that stillness their bond starts to grow,
As they search for their prize on the naked grove.

When shadows length started to grow,
An apple lay waiting for their hosts to show,
As quickly was it spotted was it struck down to fall,
So that it can be warmed in the girls nimble hands.

A nibble was taken by the little girl,
And retorted “it’s really too sweet you know”,
Her brother looked back with cheerful eyes,
“Let’s go back home my little prize.”

Questions Of The Wise Man

Do wise men ever fall in love?
And when they do are they blinded by it?
Do they make silly mistakes and lose sight of it all?
Or do they laugh it off and have their emotions in control?
Do they mourn that which their wisdom dictates cannot be loved?
Or do they woo the girl who they started to love?
Do they continue to make jokes even when they fall?
Do wise men immerse themselves in the thought of their beloved?
Every breath wishing they could see their loved one,
Every blink of the eye hoping to conjure her,
Every neuron firing with her in mind,
Do wise men ever go blind?