Sweet Departed

On a cold winter morning, slowly striding along the side walk thoughts filled with your memories I picked an unusually dark flower from among the bloom of velvet roses I kneeled in front of your gravestone in prayer laid the flower down in silence I asked, "Brother of mine! are you too busy in heaven you visit me no more in my dreams I waited all night asleep to see you awake even if in my nightmares how ironically were we named by our poetically bitter poor father 'sun and moon' we were called and so fate had it that parted us by day and night, as I would walk the day, you are asleep and I had to sleep to see you live. rivers flowing through the eyes to try to draw you out into my reality."