dusk arising

a wish

 

something
was lost to me
forever
some four years
have passed
and now
often i raise a glass
and look skyward
to my departed brother
and wish him well
in his futures
whatever they be
wishing they be happy
and rewarding
away from this
cruel world
\"may all the finer things
come to you
not least
much wisdom
and contentment
my dear
lost brother\".