A Poem Re-written for My Brother on the Occasion of his Birthday

Photo by Bruce Barone

the mountains

are distant

but not so

distant

across the river

through the cornfield

where we ask why

we are answered

what you are

or have

become what

do you want

once  when

we were on

the mountain

this way

we called

over the ridge

we are

almost there

where now

it was

wet and cold

an endless

landscape

painted in fog

our path

was clear

come

the peak

called out

we dreamed

of sleep

and peace

and still

the path

led us

what path

this path

called

and all

changed

the dream

became

above

the river

where we

once were

we met

a priest

or was it

an angel

she said

follow me

now we

listened

closely

she did

not speak

but we

heard her

on the path

at the top

of the mountain

she said

listen

we took off

our back packs

and sat

in the soupy air

she said

this way

to the promised

land here

up ahead

quiet soon

it will be

dark

follow me

please

my brother

and i followed

her

along the path

and i dreamed

a dream of one

peacock singing

slow and beautiful

to me

songs in moonlight

in a field she

sings a short way

it is turn left

cross the bridge

the castle is

close the castle

is always

just down the road

Photo by Bruce Barone.

~About my brother: 

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