Brave Lad

The trees weep, 

the bells and your friends weep.

Manly at work

manly at home

you spoke and our neighborhood

was full of birds.

You stretched out your hand

and plucked the moon

just as Death plucked you

like a flower one night.

The fishing boats weep

the waves and your friends weep.

A stalwart at the oars

a fine fellow at a party.

Secretly the girls embroidered

dreams, the sun, the moon

for you, they embroidered their love

and set sails on it.

The sailors weep

the clouds and your friends weep

Brave lad, your mother wrapped herself in black,

storm and cloud wrapped your friends

the harbor was deserted, the sea abandoned

and the sun stood still and moves no more.