You are the light upon my face
It warms me—illuminates the dark
It’s closing in and now you’re fading
Growing dim
I just remembered who you are
Father my Father
But will you be there
when memory is the author
My mind—an endless cavern
And I’m wandering endlessly
My mind—an endless void
How could I ever forget
My only point of reference waxing and waning thin
Every moment before me is coming unhinged from every moment behind—I’m becoming blind to what has been
My eyes are blind
I’m left stumbling in the consequences
Blind in the wake of time
I’m left stumbling through the evanescent
Darkness
I am the light upon your face
I warm you—illuminate the dark that’s closing in
And though you’re fading and growing dim,
My warmth will guide you when you forget
Ever present—simply eclipsed
There is no shadow that I haven’t lit
and though you’re fading, my glow is infinite
I just remembered who you are,
Father my Father
But will you be there,
when memory is the author?
