To My Father

To My Father

I'm just wondering 

of the actual time

when all of the rage

will cease,

and you will 

let yourself see 

all the tricks of light 

that remain in the

delirious shafts of dreams 

are momentous sparks 

of your celebrated life,

and the absence now

between us 

will only be a brief

parting

in the presence of the

serene sun.

Avie.