Fireflies seeking thee upon thy ancient grave
Glowing lights spinning upon the earthen mound
Whispering sweet words to thy slumbering form
So when will the veil from thee be lifted?

Fairies weeping for thee, O'brother lost
Silver tears which fade when shed in grief
O'brother gone, doth slumber still
Eternity had come, and yet the veil enshroud

O'brother dear ...
still ...

04/15/2004