For Nicholas, my brother

For Nicholas, my brother

A Poem by anartao

Ten years ago today i faced a storm on sorrow's shore,

its sands had fallen still within the hour glass

The winds stripped bare all that i knew and deafened with their roar

and lost within i never thought that it would pass


Your hand taken so suddenly from where it lay in mine,

my ears despaired at only memories of your voice

Taken from our family frame to a far greater design,

we watched a world unfold removed from which was choice


Yet from within that darkest night a light still shone afar,

beginnings and ends exist only within our minds

The landscape may have changed but doors forever lay ajar,

the windows there, you simply have to raise the blinds


And whilst i've seen such sorrow in the hearts of those i love,

seen backs buckle under burdens that would shake the strongest soul

I've never asked those questions or shaken fists at skies above

for i know that life in all its beauty is one thing we can't control


I know that your still with us for we've spoken in my dreams,

the bond we shared too strong to simply disappear

I've seen too much to think that life is simply as it seems

and Santa Muerte's sweet embrace has lost its fear


And so, my little brother, until that day when we next meet

keep spreading that love you shared so freely on this earth

And i'll keep turning pages till my tale has run complete,

with what you taught of love and friendship, and just what a heart is worth

© 2013 anartao


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Pardon me, as I hold back the tears, to your sweet tribute, to your departed brother. My own father departed this mortal coil, almost 15 years ago, yet I still talk to him, in my heart. Especially those times, I need moral advice.

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anartao
anartao

Sydney, Australia



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