Your Books

I found your seeds of wisdom

where you buried them long ago

in my subconscious

 with seeds

of love that you gave me every time

our eyes met . 

I found your books ,

overflowing boxes 

and rooms

smelling like the old and the new

in a wonderful mixture 

of life.

Sober from the loss

I gave your books away

as if they were casual friends

we did not want to dine with.

I gave them away

and I felt empty.

You had extracted beauty

from their pages

while you were famished for knowledge.

They gave you the breath

of life,

and silenced your desires. 

Words,

multi faceted gems of light,

when you spoke 

I could see their brilliance. 

I sat in the dark room,

wishing I could wallpaper the

walls with the contents of art,

 philosophy and

poetry

sentences you strung with passion.

I sat hoping that I would catch a whisper,

 that I would hear your voice

calling .

when I closed my eyes,

I held your shirt

breathing in your faint scent.

I sat and waited

 feeling you closer

all along

the moon comforting me.

For my dad. May 10 will be six years since he has passed away. I miss him every day and I l will love him forever.