Transcendence

Epitaph for my father gone the past thirty one years

Pexel free photos: Night Sky by Felix Mittenmeier

The night sky is the blue of your eyes

that dreamed us into being and

even now I search its expanse

for some sense of you.

You’ve gone beyond the reach

of my dreaming, while words

left unspoken tremble on my lips

like wild birds seeking flight.

The heavens, forever sentient,

Will not give up its secrets,

embracing you jealously.

You are the brilliant thread

my soul is embroidered with.

I am gentled and made great by

the wisdom you bestowed on me.

If I am even half of what you were

in my rite of passage

I have given you immortality.

I will watch and wait until you pass this way again.