R's rue

If he had lived, my younger brother Simon would have been seventy years old today - but he died on July 19th 2022 at the age of 67. I wrote a poem in his memory on the evening of his passing. Let me share it with you again... ⦿ Song for Simon No more Wood pigeons cooing Morse coded messages From the ridge tiles Nor painted ladies Shimmying through open windows - Fluttering like tiny Bhutanese prayer flags. No more the dark two a.m. Wondering who I am Recalling paths unfollowed, Regrets twinkling Like distant stars. No more struggling for breath Or cowering in the shade of death. It’s over. No more plans And no more schemes, No more Elusive butterfly dreams. Your words are destined to stay unsaid Now that you have joined the dead.     No more… No more. ⦿ Looking back almost four years now... His was not the happiest of lives. He lived in the shadows of who he might have been.  His mind was significantly affected by smoking weed and cannabis r...