Under a bridge, overseas
Your voice it calls out to me
And though our hands have
yet to reach, I know you’re still
Right beside me, forever free
The road less travelled by
That´s the one you chose to take
Now living in a small tent
Sitting quietly besides a lake
Over seas, under stones
Wherever will you next roam?
With eyes now opened to the
world, beyond. I continue to
hear your many songs.
Tales and adventures
Of the exploits of the
most stubborn person
I have ever known.
Sleeping in the oddest places.
And seeing many different faces.
Cooking and eating and learning
So much in such a short time
Marching to the beat of one´s own drum
I hope to walk by your side one day.
And though our hands may never reach.
As you continue to take the most difficult path
I know that your eyes have been opened.
Wishing that one day, mine will too.
This poem is dedicated to my older brother
who is currently sleeping in a tent next to a lake
in the Czech Republic.