Compassion is given;
mistaken for lies…
A powerful weapon,
a question…but why?
Why play such games?
Why smile and sing?
Experience teaches
to not trust such things.
Yet I love the way that he sings a smile
and the way that his intellect reconciles…
Logic,
Success,
And things never guessed…
Except in his eyes
filled with things unexpressed.
He can sing,
He can act,
And in short, do it all…
Yet he doesn’t attack
or make you feel small…
His voice is a gift
you’re lucky to receive…
And the passion he carries
makes you grieve & believe…
Yet the power held there
is most naked and strong…
When he whispers against you
while held in your arms:
In that muted darkness
when he speaks to just you…
It’s then that you see that
his power is true.
It’s not just a game
though it isn’t a promise…
Things don’t always last
when whispered in darkness…
Yet I want to know more
and that’s really quite rare…
And I guess I just want him
to know that I care.
Written By Jason Wright
October 25, 2011
For Aaron Sanko
