Saturday, June 18, 2011

When the Good is Gone...




At that wishing well of wonder
Under trees of untrodden paths
Birds fly freely, sun shines brightly
Weeping gently, is one soul's heart

As flickering moon beams edge their way
In between soft leaves on a dark lit eve
Walking in silence casting shadows
While gentle winds slowly ripple away

Balmy breeze brings warmth fresh air
Rolling waves from ocean near
Pure white sand so soft it shines
Burning heat hot as the sun

Everywhere, search had begun
Since you left, for a love that's gone
Hoping someone will fill the space
Of emptiness that you left behind

Sadly no one can ever fill that void
Of those years that is full of joy
All I have now is a wasted world
Without a wand, and that magic twirl...

To my dad, again :)...written (2-2-'07)...above is my cosmos bush one past autumn or fall...the leaves were starting to drop, piece by piece, one by one aided by the gentle wind, the leaves are gone...like life on earth...one goodbye at a time but sometimes not only one...but a lot of lives are gone...we love our dads...forever... and my dad's resting place in manila...