An Offer He Can't Refuse

Once there was a friendship forged,
under sun and under bough,
'round table and bread, our singing led
to moments still felt now.

Then path he took, to Western look,
and forged along the way,
a missing space, a trail of grace
--a hook for later days...

When 'reunite' (and such a sight!)
would write upon their hearts
and lives and limbs,
(though both be thin), a prayer-like other-art.

But Who'd have thought that sister's babe
unmade yet making way
would provide the path
to home at last, and be a cause to say:

"There is room right next to mine,
it awaits like empty nest,
and after Western travels spent,
why not come take rest?

Live with your friend and brother same
and know that legends wrought,
under sun and under bough,
are lightly broken naught."