my beloved brother John V. Frey 3rd

Candlelight spills into my room.
It falls across your face and even mine

It falls across your body,
It discovers you, your perfections, your Imperfections,

Your hopes and aspirations.
The candlelight is soft and so forgiving.

The candlelight is warm and inviting.
When the morning comes and the candle is

Through it will have already discovered you.
Now it is gone the warmth is lost.

You are left in the twilight of early dawn.
You have been stripped bear as sleep rushes in.

Now sleep my brother, for I am here
I am still the candle that burns with in.

What a wonderful tribute to your brother, Danielle.
Sincerely,
Terry

I am forever grateful to you for enriching my life

THANK YOU KINDLY. I LOVE MY BROTHER TO DEATH. BUT WHY MURDER????????? SO MANY QUESTIONS LEFT UN ANSWERED.

Danielle, a very beautiful poem indeed. So sorry for your loss
your brother lives on in your heart forever, Godspeed on his journey home,
God`s Blessings to you and all those he left behind.I pray
you`ll get all those unanswered questions ...answered.

d.j.
today is a gift, that`s why we call it the present.

Danielle, I am so very sorry for your loss. The circumstances you suggest would make it all the more painful. I hope you find the answers you need. Your poem is very beautiful and touching.
You and your brother are in my prayers,
With love, Edda

Peace and joy!

Danielle, So sorry for your loss. Blessing for you and your family and ~Angel John~.

DREAM WITH YOUR HEART!!