Ode to Brian

Poetry
Words, strung together
In a whirlwind
Of imagiation, of minds apart
Not too showy
But raw
Having nothing to hide
Nothing to fear
Because, quite simply
It lays claim to time itself
Man, having already attained immortality
Abused it
Forgot its name
But, in the place of words undiscovered
Has named it Writing
A tool which, when used with proper heart
Unlocks the door to life
To truth
To love
Which blossoms like
A poem