Said words from a book today
What I said I couldn’t say
Monotoned words of drowsy prayer
Looking on with vacant stare
Watch life itself just sail ahoy
In vessel made of brilliant boy
Celebrate his life? I can—
Boy who barely made a man.
No time at all he’d have for this,
Stride out that door and take what’s his,
Set fast upon that Icarus sun,
With sixty seconds worth of distance run.
Now there’s nowhere left to go
Scattered fields of tears and joy
Add me to the earth and rock
Thrown upon that wooden box
All of you just leave me here
Truly think he’d like me near
Tethered by my daughter’s hand,
Her fingers stay me to this land.
Looks up at me with honest fear,
Force down to her a smile sincere.
Console myself he traveled far—
My upright boy, my shooting star.
Mar 23
Mar 23, 2026 at 4:44 PM UTC
Said words from a book today
What I said I couldn’t say
Monotoned words of drowsy prayer
Looking on with vacant stare
Watch life itself just sail ahoy
In vessel made of brilliant boy
Celebrate his life? I can—
Boy who barely made a man.
No time at all he’d have for this,
Stride out that door and take what’s his,
Set fast upon that Icarus sun,
With sixty seconds worth of distance run.
Now there’s nowhere left to go
Scattered fields of tears and joy
Add me to the earth and rock
Thrown upon that wooden box
All of you just leave me here
Truly think he’d like me near
Tethered by my daughter’s hand,
Her fingers stay me to this land.
Looks up at me with honest fear,
Force down to her a smile sincere.
Console myself he traveled far—
My upright boy, my shooting star.
