Come Home

A poem a wrote about my brother and best friend who is no longer with me.

We were both still children when you saw a light

With its extraordinary beauty it shone so bright

You were bedazzled; you could not leave it alone

Now every day I whisper:

Brother come home



What an awful trick it plays on the eye

Like a star it shone

I used to like solitude

Now all I feel is alone



The leafs have fallen many times since then

But my childish wish is still the same my friend

Wealth, glory and even life itself

I would cast is all aside and live in the unknown

If I did not have to whisper:

Brother come home