My beloved brother,

when you cross the river of eternal life

may the angels strew your way with flowers.

Your heart is pure and stainless

and your soul never will die.

You are now in a faraway land

where the moon always shines

and the sun never sets.

Before long we will hold hands again,

to walk together until the end of space and time!

The poem has been excerpted from A Hidden Sicilian History

Ettore Grillo, author of these books:
– A Hidden Sicilian History
– The Vibrations of Words
– Travels of the Mind
http://www.amazon.com/author/ettoregrillo