Brother Stream
Brother stream was my closest friend.
He sifted from my slag a few shining gems.
Putting the shine back into my heart
after our dear mother departed.
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 burning 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 stream gently kneaded his signets to swans.
A beckon of light, whether it be dusk or dawn.
And when he was betrayed by life's jagged sin.
The signets that he'd raised flew back unto him.
Brother Stream's heart was speckled with gold.
My brother Stream, whom the lord, called back home.
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