My Brother's Time

In the car driving along
My brother leans against the seat.
He looks at the floor,
Closes his eyes.

In his heart
What's he thinking?

Are his thoughts good or bad?
Is his mind straight or crooked?
Is he ecstatic or just confused?
What is in his heart?

Deep
My brother's very deep
He needs his time and space
To sort out his feelings.
Though he never talks about them
At least he gives an essence
Of what it is he's thinking
So people will see
And know.

In his room much of the time
He's alone behind a closed door.
The room is dark and quiet;
No sounds across the hall.
My brother's in seclusion
Living in his world.
No people he wants to talk to.
No one but himself
To sort out his love so true.

Deep
My brother's very deep.
He takes time to himself
To recharge his lovely spirit.
Alone
My brother needs time alone.
He takes time to decide
What it is he needs to say
And do.

Outside in the yard
There's certain quiet spots
My brother goes to often
To have his space and time.
I cannot say exactly
Where these spots are located
Except they are sanctuary
For his adolescent soul.

Walking along the road
My brother and I we stroll.
The time we take together
As brothers to confide.
What it is we're thinking;
What we believe and know.
Also for my brother
To get his exercise.

Deep
My brother's pure and deep.
He knows what he believes
Is right and what is wrong.
Kind
My brother's one of a kind
So special and unique
So loving and so sweet
So caring and so warm
I'm happy just to be
His brother.