TWILIGHT

Stars.

He is like the sky.

Endless.

Vast.

Never knowing where to begin or where to end.

He sleeps as I watch, knowing that those deep golden eyes of his will awaken to a new dawn.

His hair is mused,

The usual point all flopped over into a tangled mess of cowlicks.

In the bathing light ofthe bedtime lamp, I stroke his head softly -

for this boy is my life, my future,

Within him I plant my hopes and dreams of a different tomorrow.

I may have passed my chance to change the world, but he hasn't,

And I won't let him.

He is my brother.