In the moment of a memory
He wandered into the past to view
Remembering was elementary
Recognizing was arduous to do
He gazed upon this stranger
Whose eyes were red as a rose
And in those eyes no danger
But trust developed and it shows
Gazing further at the man
He examined a torn, tattered cloth
And after a further mind scan
A scarf that looked eaten by a moth
He shaped that scarf in the past
For a youthful brother whom split away
So that meant he had found him at last.
And together they could stay
They embraced with arms and feathered wings
Their angelic auras merging into one
Heavenly brothers could now live like kings
In the golden palace with their troubles done