Autumn leaves falling
my thoughts flutter around too
calling out your name.

"...We are no more than appalled apparitions.
  
        Phantoms colliding in ominous mist.

      Apportioning the continuance of death's insurrection through the intumescing shadows that We cast.

                              Bemoaning.

                              Beseeching.

                Yet unto antumbra We weep..."

the silvers of the moon
sing their song of winter,
exhilarating above the black
rock and distant trees, her
fire lights the night like a
street lamp, the shadows
thrown back, muted,
echoing the near-teary darks
of the clouds. i sit on the
window sill, look out,
breathe deep the midnight sky
built of love and winter rose.

Dad, I am going to try and write this
It may be a poem
It may not
But from my heart
I miss you
I remember the last time I kissed you
Your eyes were closed
They opened wide
As I kissed your forehead
In that terrible place
So white and clean
Where people die
But you will never die
Dad
I love you so much
And you will always live on
In my heart
Forever
God, I miss you so much
It's so hard to write through the tears