Thursday, May 28, 2015

someday, for my dad

someday ~ for my dad


days of grace, saving face as the last light fades on someday

in shallowed breath the time that’s left is marshy tide pulling away

subsiding tears ~ perfected fears of due time come to call

we’re all awash in the human cost of shadow's valley in the fall…


on someday.  One day I too will find my mirror lacks reflection.

I’ll walk alone the long way home catching memories of inflection:

energy burned in place, captured time and space I’ll revisit in our dreams

time and again we’ll walk hand in hand the foggy nightscapes so serene...


of someday.