Mourning Dove

In the memory of my brother, a man I loved and mourn.
I know he’s still aware in awareness he’s reborn.
Pragmatic was his view and yet…
He roamed among the stars.
He knew the correlation between wisdom and guitars.
If I ever see him again on the moon or maybe mars,
We’ll laugh at all the pettiness
That leaves no indelible scars.

We’ll soar along together and conversate… it’ll be great!
I doubt there’ll be much bad history to recriminate.
We’ll remember when we talked for hours and hours
About possibilities… and cultivating…
About the tops of flowers.
About the source of wisdom and
Where we gain our powers;
We knew they lacked truth in those ivory towers

There was joy on earth, yes we climbed many mountains.
We shared truth and love and
Drank from wisdom’s fountains.
But mostly there was peace and respect
And the deepest love.
We never stood competing on whose shoulder was above.
There was just an infinite power we both stood in awe of.
I just saw him yesterday…
As he flew up as a morning dove.

-- Will Fillmore

2005