6
What if the soul which left
Him that is no more
Should at last awake
And waking now
Is given its due?
What secrets would it not have
to tell
And having told,
would it kiss me once again
Speak to me once more,
And then one last time
Let me pass
But not too soon.
7
Why should the night
desire to wait?
It is I who paid
for the morning.
8
So what if the moon never
beams on my face,
And the sun should not
blaze fiercely from my breast.
Should I be disagreeable
That I was merely given
a number?
After all I am merely
the other edition
Of the man who once passed
through my grandfather's door.
9
Child,
Come sit with me awhile.
I
Am all the time
You have left.
Look,
does the sea care
that it has nowhere
to go?
YOU ARE READING
Meditations
PoetryOriginally a long page of free verses written by my father, I broke this down into chapters of three verses each and posted them up here. These were posted on FictionPress first.
