sleep now my father
drift away into the catacombs,
you will find her there
your long lost love.
she passed far before you
and traveled leagues beyond,
yet in your mind she was always there
lost in the slow decay of synaptic transmission.
now you rest beyond our grasp
and what remains are the memories we keep
our lost transmissions
encoded in cerebral alchemy.
you survived holocaust and starvation
yet your greatest battle was her love and affection
for she scorned you in death
and marked you with the ink of guilt and regret.
your intellect lost deep in the cortex
yet your strength and rhythm never left you
for those belonged only to you;
she could not control that which she did not possess.
sleep now my father,
pass in gentle dreams of love and admiration
knowing that your fruit has grown strong and ripe.
rest now my father,
in the solice of their bond
a love born from devotion and pride.
