to Father

"Oh Father, did you have to leave?
So soon, so sudden, so abrupt...
Without a chance for me to grieve,
I missed my time to interrupt...

I'd have been once the best of sons,
And maybe even better than
Your sons whom you bestowed with crown
Of promised lands and golden grains.

Or maybe I'm just in your dream
And was allowed to this cre'che.
I could have sworn I heard me scream
When I was born in lonely flesh!"

"My Child, you'll never be alone!
In stranger lands of time and space,
Don't make your seat on easy throne
Which built on bones of human race.

Don't think of me as if I'm gone:
I'm always here, nearby.
In every sunrise, every dawn
You'll see my ever watching eyes.

You've got my spirit for defense
From all that scares other kinds.
But use it wisely and with grace
For other ways will make you blind.


With a gentle gaze on smiling face
Like a pile of decaying leafs
He burned my memory in flames
And shuttered all of my beliefs...

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