Late night collisions with apparitions,
like fevered winters precipitate,
the sweat and the heartache,
Everything I've wanted to forget.
My father's struggle in dreams I render,
A faceless man broken asunder,
in the depths of his bleak ocean,
Our arms stretched at the periphery,
devotion unheard our eyes dimmed.
The bonds we form seem destined to
bring us hope then tear it down,
For I let them in and let them win
those weary games we played,
Everyone I've wanted to forget.
First love a twin shadow silhouette,
A moon blessed escape from solitude,
After daybreak reveals the precipice,
I don't want to believe or be in love.
After yearsI've come to see,
My timid surrender to memory,
Painting with that palette so bleak,
a vision of life so full of strife.
For to forget,
is to feign indifference
to the lessons of experience,
To submit oblivious of irony,
to a life of mere remembrance.
To let go
is to see what was
as the whispering winds that
brought me to this shore.