here i stand
here i pray...
you're in my head
rolling around. memories, the heartache...
Away for so long,
so much has changed...
Brick by brick, you decayed - like broken dreams
in a world too wide awake to remember...
Your smile opens like a harpist’s hands -
dancing through whispers among strands...
I never thought
such a thing exists...
We saw the long, broad strokes of sunlight
woven into melodies...
The songs of leaves sung with the wind must end
when withered leaves part and never return...
Pop the drift bar, clutch, and tap the gas
Drop it into 3rd gear so the slide will last...
A hard life but a good life
That is how my dad lived...
Down you ran:
shining, beaming, dancing...
“Nothing is broken beyond repair,”
You’d said to me as you looked...