2001-06-17 - 9:09 p.m.
A FATHERLY DAY
The day has a special meaning
A carrot on a stick of sorts
Of all the souls who know my dreams and me
Only she I told, and yet she was not here.
The emptiness echoed relentlessly
Inside me. I could see the children playing on the steps
Of the old house. Their laughter brought a tear,
And then a smile comforted me a while.
Would this soul go one forever?
Looking for its mate. Or will the chill of the next 1000 days
Destroy the memory of its birth.
Can I go back when she moves forward?
I wash my face once more,
And dry my eyes with the loose fabric of her soul
Calling out into my dreams
And so, I had this dream:
I walk through the Plaza alone and lost
I come to a door way, and knowing I would cry...
I enter and sit on the stairs and close the door.
I feel it is safe to cry here, and I do.
My tears are for the reality that has killed the dream
The moment seemed so desperate
And everything was gone
All was gone but the light
The sound brought her to the top of the stairs
She came down to see what I was dong there.
Her arm reached out for me.
And touched my shoulder – Why do you cry Mister?
I looked up and said to her and her mother standing there.
I cry for the family I never had, and for the one that I lost.
I apologize for intruding.
And I leave to walk the Plaza -- wearing my tear-swollen face.
