My Fathers' Grave

Today after work I planted flowers at my parent’s grave Sadness comes over me because no one was saved Maybe they are in heaven and I have it all wrong There is still this giant void and they are still gone> A mountain is in the back drop it reaches for the sky The green from the trees melts into the blue from the turning sky Contrast it with dotted white presented by the clouds What are the rules and are my thoughts allowed? The sun drops, divides the sky from the ground The colors explode as they seem to surround All of a sudden peace enters my heart I return to memories though we are apart. My Dad used to body surf with me on his back My sisters called me the dark shark as if I would attack Just a simple life but so much I did not get I wait at the station but there aren’t arrivals yet. The colors seem to awaken, my darkened soul I no longer feel I don’t have arms to climb from this hole Instead I think I have wings and perhaps it’s time to fly It’s better than the other option just lie down and die. Darkness is approaching as the colors start to fade I find I’m in some turmoil from decisions I have made It seems I always run when perhaps I should have stayed I should have held my cards instead I put them down and played. As I sit in the darkness there is a twinkle from above The stars and the moon remind me of what I love You don’t need much light to escape from the night Maybe all I need is another chance to get it right? Used to think of death much like a setting sun Not seeing the whole lifetime just what had become I have seen a little different as the sun gets in my eyes Time just rushes past me as another day goes by.