In the faint twilight of my father’s mind
Where the songs of his youth and boyhood rhymes
Are still to be heard among the dying rays
Flowing from a heart glowing softer with the days,
The dancer is seen as a shadow in the sun,
A sun that is burning with the fire of the One,
Seeping as a shadow from the realms unseen,
Creeping as a shadow to the realms of his dreams,
Lingering to mire the moment of his wake,
With the knowledge that the dancer
Roams the twilight of his fate.

Now the faint echoes of my father’s thoughts
Of frailty and shadow and dances fraught
With a foe that has stolen and slunk within
Are heard in his words winging rippled on the wind,
From over the seas to the workings of my heart,
Where they seek to mire all my dreamings and my art,
Winding all in shadow with every word dim,
Rhyming every line with a melancholic ring,
Sounding in the waking of a dream new sorrow –
The faint whisper that my father
Lone as memory will I know.

In the darkened realms of that woken dream
Where we walked in the woods by ancient streams
And paused by the path winding on before him,
A path through the dark ever dim and foreboding,
I turned to my father and tendered him a light,
The light of my love in this rhyme for the night,
Glowing with the fires of prayer and farewell,
Flowing with the Spirit and the Light where He dwells;
Asking him to carry this light that I give,
Through the darkness to Our Father,
In Whom forever he shall live.