Fathers

9/5/2011

I look in the pool,

Though I know what I'll see,

A figure on ripples,

And pray it isn't me,

 A young man lying, half awake,

Beside the host fast asleep,

Where the blissfully dead stilly reside,

But my life I must to keep

In the black of his eyes,

No distant glow does exist,

As lustful arms toward me reach,

For my soul to join them deep,

But I shall not be pulled under it,

Not for all wealth of this world,

I listened to their wicked words, 

I memorized their ghostly speech,

For lies wet my appetite,
Where then was shown a shock of light

A withered figure, eyes staring bright

Through my soul, and through the night

A nameless figure held my hand,

All the weight of hearts once torn,

Take my torment and take my pain,

Lay my sins where your fingers' began,

With broken thoughts and shattered teeth,

Take them all and forget they were there

I swore to it, my father, my flesh,

Long after you sweetly go,

No one could I have loved more,
And we, your sons, all doomed to follow

But I will remember all that you said
I will have faith to walk this world unafraid,

I will have faith to join you there,

In the end of the life you've remade,

For to love, I've learned, is to share, 
And to hate is to be utterly alone

But love will kill my every doubting,

And faith will break the fear I've been shown,
Though at times I falter, and at times I despair 

Once again, my father, joy in your care.