Evening Comes (a tribute to my deceased father)
evening comes
a sacred curse
like a blaket
it covers the land
casting shadows
on the ground
slowly moving in
slowly... moving... in
the moon is peeking
from the clounds
to dance
on the silky water
it blows the winds
across the shore
softly rolling in
softley... rolling... in
people in town
they went to bed
they are scared
of what's to come
so I sit alone
on the bench
patiently waiting for
patiently... waiting... for
my father used
to bring me here
when I was
just a lad
we used to pray
for the souls
quietly resting here
quietly... resting... here
so I sense the moon
and I watch the water
feeling the cold
wind on my back
I hold myself
and start to cry
painfully asking why
painfully... asking... why
