Written by a failing hand, shaken by grief,
on a dark display board of time, perhaps distorted a bit
I 'll be just a remembrance, later, fighting an ongoing battle
with the hands of life that constantly erase,
marked as a doleful couplet, not easily forgotten,
a sad verse that forces one to contemplate
before falling in to sleep night after night
threatened by many unsettling thoughts.
A seed carried along, by the spirit of my ancestors
from a purple dawn, in distant past
an unbroken chain in DNA strand,
which dad with a smile tied within me,
love, dreams, chants for peace, unfailing silver light
love for an immortal tune that always rings in my psyche,
a primordial sound that creates reverberations.
I am a memory my sons commune within loneliness
on a day in future and looks out through
the window, to hear the wind hum along
in an unknown land, a flash of light
that helps to move through coagulated darkness,
look! there appear few drops of tears
on the corners of those eyes.
