To My Brother IMMU
Small, busy flames play through the fresh laid coals,
And their faint cracklings o’er our silence creep
Like whispers of the household gods that keep
A gentle empire o’er fraternal souls.
And while, for rhymes, I search around the poles,
Your eyes are fix’d, as in poetic sleep,
Upon the lore so voluble and deep,
That aye at fall of night our care condoles.
Every day is your day Immu, and I rejoice
That thus it passes smoothly, blissfully.
Many such eves of gently whisp’ring noise
May we together pass, and calmly try
What are the world’s true joys, ere the great voice?
From its fair face, shall bid our spirits fly.
My brother Immu has ever been more than a brother to me; he has been my
greatest friend and my greatest creative influence.
I cannot truly describe in words the feeling that I carry with me for
the opportunity to share a fraternal intimacy with a brother who is full of
empathy and love. Who possesses an imagination to an uncommon degree that only the
blessed and the fortunate are the ones on whom such a bright star is bestowed
upon in their living time on this earth.
I thank our creator for giving me a brother such as he.
For what, without the social
thought of thee?
Would be the wonders of the sky and sea.
Picture Credit: Adeel Husain