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ceara Jan 2012
Twas there they convened
framed by a doorway
a triangular composition
with gods light shining
on their grey and balding heads.
an oratio ad contemplatio
of an evening.
Curled up in my bed,
I am missing you tonight.
It's all inside my head,
Something just doesn't feel right.

I wish you were here,
The stuff we could have done,
Your harmonic voice I can still hear,
I miss my loved ones.
I lie here in wait,
Looking for you brother,
Hiding away is what I hate,
To the world I am a bother.

I looked upon the night,
And gazed up at the moon.
The darkness gives me a fright,
I love you; see you soon.
I think of how much I miss you,
How much I really care,
Your happiness I will pursue,
As a brother like you is rare.

I feel alone and isolated,
To find you I roam,
I would be very elated,
To find my way back home.

Lonely I walk along,
The path that gives me grief,
For you I must remain strong,
But I just can't find relief.

To you I owe my gratitude,
Being one of my own,
Driven by a good mood
Yet still I walk alone.

— The End —