Riding Rails

Old, rusty spikes splinter ties on the ground Steps echo the sound Your feet, lost and found Are you fleeing or flying, my sweet, archer friend? I saw arrows bend Watched you breaking to mend And I know memories Rarely put you at ease So you'd drown them in thunder Just to find peace And I'm sorry I couldn't see sooner But please Know that I feel your voice In each reticent breeze Thank you, dear brother For each unspoken word That reminds us to dig deeper still Thank you, dear brother For each moment unheard That reminds us to strengthen our will Black pumas in daylight walked paths rarely seen Enigmatic teen Riding rails in between Long years grew the shadows that kept you returning To innocence, yearning To dissonance, churning I know that our boys Are suppressed of the choice To feel through their sadness And make any noise And I'm sorry I couldn't see sooner But please Know that I feel your voice In each reticent breeze Thank you, dear brother For each unspoken word That reminds us to let them have tears Thank you, dear brother For each moment unheard That reminds us to open our ears