in one sip

I drank the afternoon

Thinking it would help me…

It just took the time from under my years

But it didn’t subtract – that’s the problem with time

It keeps adding…

So the afternoon was gone and now I have to prepare for the night

The night is so mysterious

So secretive – shadows to follow

Eventually I’ll catch the shadow – or it will catch up with me

And we’ll waltz against the walls

And celebrate the morning to come

And laugh at the time we spent

Trying to drink the afternoons

Until one of us surrender to the light

And fades – or dies…

for a dying father

Kiss his forehead with gentle lips
Let him know you care
Assuring on his last night of sleep
Of his Love you are aware

Grant him that last Word
And the taste of wine
It’s been a long time He dared
Let him stand tall
And dance, and sing, and laugh

Before He closes his eyes and forgets
You were there