brother poem

and with the humming bird
softly now the light of day
high walls and huge
perhaps
this is the ship of pearl
i make my shroud, but no one knows
a pen of steel
somewhere i read a strange, old, rusty tale
i stand in the cold gray weather
often i think of the beautiful town
lo! 'tis a gala night
gaily through the fields we danced
with joy and wonder