My Brother, Mark

My Brother, Mark

How long it takes to shape a mind and form a soul as you

And proffer the true essence what this life can truly be,

True friend; my sister’s brother lives so far out by the sea,

He lives to find what richness that its land may bring to view.

I truly know your heart and soul as youth can only do,

We roamed the streets unburdened laughed for we were young and free,

That chain of bonded kinship in my mind will always be,

With decades past until my dyeing day a friendship true.

So brother read the classics and attend the symphony

And all that you experience out in that distant land

For all its blended beauty is but favored company,

And as we watch the hour glass pour every grain of sand,

Share all the songs, stories and dreams in this life’s harmony.


Peter Lowell Paulson

September 21, 2010