Brother Stream

Brother stream was my closest friend. sifting from my slag a few shinning gems. Putting the shine back into my heart after our dear mother departed. Brother stream, gently kneaded his signets to swans a beckon of light whether it be dusk or be dawn. And when he was betrayed by life's jagged sin the signets that he'd raised flew back unto him. Brother stream, wove my burlap raggedness into something resembling his down gentleness. He guided me away from the devil's black charade lifting me just above life's crimson cascade. Brother stream who once took a beating for me the truth is the truth so now we all can just let it be. Brother streams heart was speckled with gold My brother stream whom the lord, called back home.