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Tuesday, February 14, 2012

My Father...Dying

A thousand moons falling 
and the rain from his eyes seeps through 
a glazed agony 

A thousand moons had risen since 
I had rinsed 
my heart in his 
warm wisdom, 
rested my thoughts
on his weary brow 
demanded his eyes carry
my mind 
on the tides of 
his every breath 
till he was breathless... 

A thousand moons had danced
when we released 
our mental exhaustion 
into each other's realms 
and observed infinity form... 

Dance moons dance... 
trample his agony,
as he goes,
lift me above mine. 

Now, that he's gone...
let all the moons fall...