Not home as midnight
Approached on the dusty balcony
Stairs. I could not see past
The edge of the forest but
It was close and touched me.
My mind played with deceptive
Phantom lights.
How is it your leaving
Surprised me, of course, I
Died for you. I cried for you!
Only when the moon illuminates each step I fall
Can I see beyond my reach. Father, you left
For reasons you keep to yourself and the family
Cries out for evil is real.
As the moon promptly peers through
The passing clouds healing begins deep
Within the brush and haze.
early poem I wrote as a child.