Walk With My Father

Before my eyes can close
My dreams have taken me away
I'm walking with my father
His hands are around my shoulders
No longer a boy, I'm now a man
No need to hold my hand
I've taken the walk all alone
So we speak about life
And the consequences of actions
His voice is heavy with reminisce,
Sprinkled with some regret
This man, my father, a phantom figure
A voice I have long forgotten so familiar now
He tries to reach for that boy
Now a man, a complete stranger
The further we walk, the closer we get
Both of us desperate to turn back the hands of time
But a wish is just a prayer
That is sometimes never answered.

Jean-Pierre, Dean
5-10-06....7:55 on the train
www.deanthepoet.com
( As I said overcast skies brings on the melancholy. As it should be....as it should be)