To the restless mind, You dream of such wondrous things.
Catalog your brilliance between The folds of my curiosity.
To the closed lips, Open them and let your sonnets be written on
The sleeves of my memories.
To the eager hands, Give them permission to sculpt the realities of
Your wildest dreams and present them
Present them to willing ears and Gated hearts.
Because you are an inspiration.
"Letters to my brothers."