To my Baby Bro.
TO MY BROTHER GEORGE
Many the wonders I this day have seen:
The sun, when first he kissed away the tears
That filled the eyes of Morn;-the laurelled peers
Who from the feathery gold of evening lean;-
The ocean with its vastness, its blue green,
Its ships, its rocks, its caves, its hopes, its fears,
Its voice mysterious, which whoso hears
Must think on what will be, and what has been.
E'en now, dear George, while this for you I write,
Cynthia is from her silken curtains peeping
So scantly, that it seems her bridal night,
And she her half-discovered revels keeping.
But what, without the social thought of thee,
Would be the wonders of the sky and sea?
~~John Keats
Gosh. When my clock hits 6:35 this morning, it will have been exactly two years since you left with me holding your hand. Seems like two days.
I can only imagine the mischief you've gotten up to, being unleashed on the Cosmos and all. Happy Cinco de Mayo, Barry. Hilarious... your day of remembrance is also one of revelry, cold beer and sangria, and fun. Heck, you probably planned it that way.
Ciao, baby.
Many the wonders I this day have seen:
The sun, when first he kissed away the tears
That filled the eyes of Morn;-the laurelled peers
Who from the feathery gold of evening lean;-
The ocean with its vastness, its blue green,
Its ships, its rocks, its caves, its hopes, its fears,
Its voice mysterious, which whoso hears
Must think on what will be, and what has been.
E'en now, dear George, while this for you I write,
Cynthia is from her silken curtains peeping
So scantly, that it seems her bridal night,
And she her half-discovered revels keeping.
But what, without the social thought of thee,
Would be the wonders of the sky and sea?
~~John Keats
Gosh. When my clock hits 6:35 this morning, it will have been exactly two years since you left with me holding your hand. Seems like two days.
I can only imagine the mischief you've gotten up to, being unleashed on the Cosmos and all. Happy Cinco de Mayo, Barry. Hilarious... your day of remembrance is also one of revelry, cold beer and sangria, and fun. Heck, you probably planned it that way.
Ciao, baby.