Dark have been my nights of late, my name inscribed in
Sandstone, no more than whirling on a lake of tears
The rock sharpens the blade, the boat cuts through
the sickening Sea of fate. Dark has been my thought and my fear
Jaws of ice cutting through my deepest being. Laughing.
Crying. Shouting. Gargling the secretion of life.
Thus he went, smiling farewell, we’ll see each-other soon, and
Slept under the knife. I never told him how foolish it was
That there’s no certitude. Solitude came, hours passed, and then the
Shiver. It brought him back, struggling for air, spitting, coughing
Despair. Then the words came through. I’m cold. I’m here, I told him
Everything will be fine now. And in my thought, I love you so, so much Dad
I won’t let go. He knew, I know it in my heart he knew. I won’t let go, he won’t be
Gone until it’s