My father and I
lie down together.

He is dead.

We look up at the stars,
the steady sound
of the wind turning
the night like a ceiling fan.

This is our home.

I remember the work in him
like bitterness in persimmons
before the first frost,
and I imagine the way he feared
the pain, the ground turning
dark in the rain.

Now he gets up
and I dream he looks down
into my brown eyes
that may as well been his.

He weeps and says goodbye,
my son, I don't want to
go yet, but I can't wait
around to watch you die.

And the Sun turned your way
right on cue ...
All of God's creatures ... singing ...
singing along with you.

Grasses all greener
wherever you have walked.
Every ear turned and listened ...
listened when you talked.

Such a joy to watch your dance,
making the sky so blue.
All of the flowers dancing  ...
dancing along with you

And every night the moon is ...
everywhere you are.
Your eyes, like pools of purest water ...
catching every falling star.

My heart, comfortably captive ...
right there in your hands.
Just to see you smile ...
and know deep down, that yours understands.

I will always be where you are
every moment throughout time.
No distance, emotion, problem or utterance
could keep your heart from mine.

For you too, in such a special place
will forever live in my heart.
I've searched for the words to express this to you ...
This poem ... my humble start.