Wednesday, March 3, 2010

Brother

I love my brother
My best friend in all my lives
Their cave was sheltered by a copse of alders and fragrant cypresses
Which was the roosting place of wide-winged birds
Whose business takes them down to the sea
Trailing around the mouth of the cavern was a thriving garden vine
With great bunches of grapes
From four separate neighbouring springs four crystal rivulets were channelled to run this way and that
And in soft meadows on either side iris and wild celery flourished.
It was indeed a spot where even an immortal visitor must pause to gaze in wonder and delight...