Divine

A sweet idle smile
hides beneath a river of tears
fitting for a character with an image so infinite.
He is weak.
Those who hurt him rise from his tears
for the applause seems far more important
than his soul
- trampled, crushed soul.

One above all the rest stands tall.
A love purer than yours nor my own life.
One we can not comprehend.
For every breath of air is his.
Footsteps will fade to silence and stand before him
- to be judged.

He understands he.

He held his weary hands in tight grasp
''Be not afraid''
He pulled him in to he and held what is already his.
He welcomed his curls to be a shroud upon his shoulders
and smelt such familiarity.

His life was like his own.

He listened to the melody in his breath.
Unrighteous are those who believe such sound would never be again.

For both understand love.
For both are home.