December 6, 2012


My father waits
beneath the name
upon his stone,
dates revealing
only the past,
saying nothing
about tomorrow.
I find him wandering
deep within my dreams,
pushing me always
to be a man,
forever asking
when I will return.
Behind the veil
of his name,
so frail and hollow
he's become,
waiting in vain
for me
to come again.