My Brother Poem by Ant Dam

As the sun settled into a night's dream, its light dimmed into peaceful somber.
Its light and colors transformed and disappeared into the evening sky of the past.

In daylight, his warmth was felt and loved by all he met, even when shade and cloud would test his mood in bursts of shadow and darkness, his light prevailed.

Storms would come and go, but on a day one so strong eclipsed his day to night, and in darkness tugged so hard until he could hold on no more.

As the clouds cleared the damage was clear, a family tree now broken, scarred.

And when dawn awoke to his warmth no more, were left with nothing but the rising of the sun.

RIP Enrico