bury me deeply
beneath the earth's crimson bones
where the sun rises

light coalescing
dreams and quiet ecstasy
grow into the night

quietly waiting
on each breath life ascends
return to starlight

One year ago tonight, I sat in a hospital room with my Dad as he fought the inevitable.
It was a long night. I was helpless in it's immensity.
The following morning I stood up and turned from the bed to talk to my brother on the phone.
As soon as I did...my father died.
I suppose life, and death, can be funny that way.
But his love carried me home.