what man

What man would know
the face of God -
or wear it well
for those who love.
What warrior
came against the paint -
this life to live -
this good enough.

What man of all -
I cannot say
what name was his
a dreamer's dream...
What comfort
now could ever match
the pain of loss -
the days between.

What man is this
we loved him so -
through words -
a world - we came to be.
His heart of truth
was not for us -
but gave to life
a light
to see.

When I am old
(I'm not so far) -
and worn by time
the next to meet.
I'll think of him
my brother strong -
and wait the day
again we meet.




A tribute to my brother ~ I know the buffalo are beautiful....

ID: 1302097   (Rated: E) Of Starry Nights Long Ago  He told us how the water whispered ~ by Tornado Day

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