by Irene Skyriver

For the brother who laughed

The Sky cries

For the brother who drummed

Thunder booms

For the brother who juggled

Stars shoot

For the brother who embraced

Sunlight warms

As if

The Earth opened

And swallowed our beloveds

Yet we will remember them

In the clear Rain

In the clap of Thunder

In the shooting Star

In the comfort of the Sun