fourteen years
these days have passed
like empty trains at dawn
like raindrops through the Summer air
like beads of sweat, streaming
runaway
across memory's cool lens
thirty-three
3symmetry3 and brevity
and fourteen years to consider
what might have been
had things been different
that March
on a day like any other day
fourteen years
the imagination reels
a flickering, dancing filmstrip
a cast still flush with youth
a road stretching off and away
like a dream
that fades on waking
endless possibilities
of what he might be today
the images drift and take form
that face I new so well
fourteen years of life and learning
borne in an instant
in eyes so sure and blue
these days
it's like this, unless I forget
the parade of memories
a chorus of possibilities
the baffled King composing Hallelujah
a feeling of something left behind
or a promise not kept
thirty-one today
and the rest goes unanswered
a cake with no candles, and gifts
unopened, glitter in gold and wine
one story interrupted
and this flame still burns
in a silence fit for one
fourteen years
and miles from home
still here, for better or worse
oh, my sweet brother, why?
but the sky has no answer
and I, little to do, this day
but consider the possibilities
