I wrote for the lone ranger in the distant sea,
I wrote for a love in an unknown galaxy,
Words revolving like the celestial moon
embraced everybody, much too soon,
they flitted up the hill at moon rise,
they drifted up in plausible disguise.
As dawn breaks, I enter your room
with thoughts ready to consume....
your photograph fills the vacuum
a deathly silence in the sunlit tomb
The warmth of your embrace fills the air,
your laughter rises like the morning prayer
I see your spectacles, your watch, your pen
and a fleeting thought corners me then,
Why did I never write a poem for you?
I couldn’t dad, I did not know how to.
© Jaspreet Mann