At Night
In the dust are my father's beautiful hands,
In the dust are my mother's eyes.
Here by the shore of the ocean standing,
Watching: still I do not understand.
Love flows over me, around me,
Here at night by the sea, by the soverign sea.
Gone is that bone-hoard of strength;
Gone her gentle motion laughing, walking.
It is not strange disease and death
Should rest, by the undulant sea?
And I stare, rich with gifts, alone,
Feeling from the sea those wonderful presences,
My father's hands, my mother's eyes.
Copyright © Roger Hadden | Year Posted 2014
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