Ripples Poem by Gerard Taylor

Blueprints of a family history, no longer a mystery,
It seems I share your gene`s but not your dreams.
Our physical growing and understanding of knowing,
The separation we keep inside deep.
Like a foreigner in another land, I reach out for your hand,
So many ripples becoming waves, and now as your reflection,
Takes you back to all them place`s, so many pains.
Self taught education stirs in you in the face, a stuttering rythm,
Weaking at a daunting pace.
Hellow brother, its been a while you turn and push me out a smile,
No escaping yourself, your seized to speak the sounds of speeding
Hearts, as the evening sky grows dark.
15th of June 1965 a beautiful morn that day you were born.
Such a spark has dithered away, the end of a begining on this present Day, to much to swallow the darkness that swims in your eyes, a empty shell upon a bed gazed upon with silent crie`s,
Praying that your spirit keeps, the man and child in me, weeps
As now I see the messages from your history lessons that did`nt come cheap.

Gerard Taylor.