brothers of the night

my brothers of the night have gone walking -
wearing stars on their flowing streams of hair
and moons on their heads

through the woods of darkness
where there they harvest joy and sorrow

softly they walk
on grounds green and grassy -
dew droplets bending the leaves of grass

wet the soles of their feet
and harvested joy and sorrow, their souls

come back they will, having seen it all
having done it all, knowing everything
learnt they would have, painting goodbyes

on the canvas of the days of their lives
come back they will and say goodbye with a smile

my brothers of the night when they come back
will know how harvests of joy and sorrow
help everyone to learn to leave behind a fear or a droplet

of tear and to close one's eyes to
yesterdays till tomorrow, and see todays with eyes open

wide in wonder.