ama a su hermano
Sweet, our days are numbered
Where this desert road soon winds
Towards shaded deviations, you and I
are left with fond thoughts:
Boats on a lake
And Parking lots,
Defiances of time.
In rare simplicity shut out
The noisy shouts from all directions
Urging you to meld with them
In ghastly, deathly pursuits for the Happiness
That you already have.
Oh my baby brother, reach
To the light above your head
Where Celestial orbs swim into their ken
Settle not for fleeting butterflies
Of vanishing touch
And shattering Lies.
Left only with what was said.
Listen well, when darker nights surround
I will sing into the air, you are not alone
Redemption lies near blackness to atone
Listen well, I will be here
As all these other years
With gentle thoughts
As emissaries of light
Bearing forth
To bring you…… Home.
