Gone away before your time,
my dear, sweet boy, what a soul you had!
The hand of God moves over the waters
and through green grasses
caressing the earth. You followed
west breezes and sent back such stories
and hugged me so warmly before leaving
that last…yes, time can be cruel with reminders.
My dear, my lovely,
you’ve left me alone here
and now distant our voices from so long ago.
We can’t remain children forever and always
but God—that we could, that death would hold back
and time would slow down,
we would bask in the honesty of youth,
falling from our lips, our twin souls,
sweet like raspberries from overflowing vines,
with love so pure, white snow would blush in its presence.