I wrote letters to my father
He never wrote me back
I said my prayers to God
He gave me but a book
The voice I sought to guide me
Paternalistic hidden
I now wish for a seahorse
To carry me through the flood
A pony express through time
To the man who heard my voice
And under jealous eye of goddess
His naiad I would be
Dancing on the moonlit lake
From which the horse does drink
Waiting to carry off two lovers
In memoriam
Such a powerful, moving poem.
ReplyDeleteFrom the headstone, I can see there was a tragedy - someone so young. A sad and beautiful poem.
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