Remember the days
When we first crossed our ways
While crossing a street
In an alien neighborhood
    
Remember the days
When we sat and drank at the cafes
Under the moonlit sky
In the damp, cold weather
    
Remember the days
When we went through that phase
Induced by a silly argument
Of not talking to each other
    
Remember the days
When everyone else was blasé
I stood in tears amid the alien crowd
And you came forward and no one other
    
I still remember those colorful days
Sharing and caring and all the craze
Talking, fighting, and acting like gays
The drinking and the flirting at our place
    
It's been many ages since we last met
You stayed, and I traveled further
But I’ll come soon and shall not forget
To shake your dear hand, my brother.
  

Rustling curtain of night
gently blots out daylight.
    
Restless animals scamper,
gathering the last scraps
of day,
    
before dark wraps
its shroud around the trees,
while the unfettered breeze
skins its arms and knees,
    
plunging forward
through the dark,
its course dimly lit by stars
    
which flicker in the sky
like chattering candles.