Twin Oases Poem by Benjamin Mitchell

Oh those eyes, those bright brown eyes,
Like some scared mountain spring
Once served this dusty traveller
With needed drink and filled canteen.
Wherever I went, on sea or land
I kept that canteen close at hand.
For from it flowed that nectar clear- oh, sweet sustenance!
No terror was too terrible
No burden too unbearable
With the help of that bottle dear of our distilled romance.
At times I'd drink with gusto, buzzed as the busy bee;
At others I'd sip it as fine wine, watching sorrows flee,
But now, the difference in me!

For now those eyes, those inscrutable eyes
Have seen a winter, and now my spring
Once crisp and clear, now frozen o'er
With Hatred's hardened, icy sheen.
These days, it's drunk from by another
Who broke the ice: my choral brother.
The glaze he chipped and now doth sip that -once mine- nectar sweet!
Despite my efforts to not thirstily look,
He seems to have already hooked and cooked
All that I once had- and more! A quick, complete defeat.
Thus now I walk with shoulder's stooped
Until, another girl, I loop
I hope that, different, she'll be.