Cry

A poem for my Late Brother

one more portrait hits the ground
the shatters familiar, as was that sound

follow the lights, they may take your way
to a place where leaves may dance and sway
peace and comfort in promised land
we kiss the scaffolding and every grain of sand
that veils us from your youthful face
pale but still full of grace

silent in solace, as dreams at day
the shining stops, we cry towards the end
of this stressful play

we wait by the second,
watching the days drain away
every achievement, every sway
every tilt of the human heart
every shadow dark or gray
we let the moments pass
and at closing, we beg to stay
one moment more
until we hit the floor
and cry for every moment
but our regrets, soon
thrown out that door
and shades come,
to reveal the pain we store
at a stroke of sunlight
and a word of love
enough to invoke
the very subtle
and shiny core

as that moment comes,
and tears stream down our face
the tap dancers tap away
and the doors come shut
and fate gives us nothing
nothing more to do

once more, we turn away
and follow th lights back home
why?
why did you leave me all alone?
taken my heart, why now take my flesh?
i forgot, i'm not allowed to ask
i'm not allowed to bask
i'm not allowed to wonder
and at fate i'm not allowed to ponder
but to Wallow in my sorrow
and my tears
drown in the mud, that stained my years
of too many winters, and sunny-days alike
i trip over my tomb stone,
i remember how it used to be my home
i think its time to take a hike
i'm sorry i used such straight diction
i'm sorry i changed my conviction
i'm sorry i made you cry
i'm sorry i played through
though,
i dont think i ever wondered why!
i'm sorry, its been too long...
for me to live again
i need to learn to cry!
i miss you, brother, lover, and friend!
there's nothing more to do, i will no longer pretend
its been a long time, now an eye, to my heart i'll lend!

BY;
The black Iris, Of The Luminous Imperious