So young. So soft a soul to lose to whim.
So sweet a smile from now a slit sewn shut.
No voice to voice a barren breathless art.
To know such joy, such love, such wrenching pain.
The world was old and dark warp’d and plain.
You fought your war with word, reason and song.
The peace appealed a prize that none should pass.
The plot you lie in hails the way of life.
No stage to play the truth, no time to tell,
No book to read, to write, a wrong hearts view.
To know such joy, such love, such wrenching pain.
The world was old and dark warp’d and plain.
Then you came.
Just a poem about my amazing little brother who I miss sincerely!
