We sat for days, in those hours,
in the morning, before the sun,
before the world caught up to us.

We talked of mysteries and hopes,
of spirits, the lack of god, and pain,
the pain that fathers know and elders.

You gave me breath, kenetei, breath
to live another day, another moment,
and the life you said they expected.

You gave me two feathers, my brother.
I touch them every day, with my heart,
and I feel the strength still within you.

I hear your laugh and I laugh,
through the struggles and ignorance,
knowing all the things we never knew.

My name was bestowed by you,
cherished for what it is and where it’s from,
and, the magic it has given me.

We shared tears for our children,
those born and those yet to be born,
we shared them, as we shared our blood.

Was there a better man? A more imperfect man?
A more wondrously caring and devoted friend?
We taught each other. What greater gift?

There is no place that you are not already there,
waiting as you always did, seeking to guide,
seeking to be led, seeking the unknown connection

Our animals mingle as we once did, playfully,
yet always with soul and spirit balanced
frightened to upset the junction already given.

You were brave and kind and strong, kenetei,
If I can achieve half of your wisdom and carry you
with me forever, my dreams are made whole.

It is an honor to have known you, a blessing
to be your brother in spirit and in blood,
an inspiration to face each new day with you.

Apache Tears washed away the facade,
leaving us with our naked souls and
the heart-drum of loyal warriors.