When your fading glow darkens a lover
The silhouette draws a tattoo on your skin
When you hold a father as he crosses over
Then a piece of you will die and follow him
Your ink leaves a mark on their soul too
Part of him lives on in that void in you
We are shaped from the pieces forged in our love
A kiln fire in our eyes and blood warms the stove
Our own completed puzzles we'll never see
May the hands that love us hold the final piece
Their hearts guide the eyes to that finished scene
We leave the table to fly away, so free
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Poignant and well written. Thanks, Jeff