An excruciating white winter morning
The had been wood in the fireplace
Sweeps a nostalgic aroma across the room
The china glass lies on top of another
Whisky stains on the percian rug
Paint a myriad picture
of a gone by stormy night
Its funny how the wrinkle
Impartially partitions the forehead
The forehead I used to kiss everyday
Before going off to work for the grey suits
You were so naïve then
Loved me without a grey shadow in your heart
Your eyes, how I remember them
Shining with puerile innocence
Asking a thousand myriad questions
Each time they saw me leaving for work
It was a cold evening when it happened
I was coming home, driving
The image blurred by too fast
But the blood stains on the tarmac
Tugged hard the corner of my eye
The severed limb seemed unusually small
It was covered with shards of glass
The sudden numbness I felt
Or maybe it was the overpowering urge
To see your soothing face, I drove on
The blood, the twisted metal behind me.
Frantic calling of your name
Brought me back only empty silence
Your room looked bare without you
The yellow on the wall looked pale
I should have stopped my car
But how could I have known
Forgive me, my son
How could I have known
Now I met you last night
After what have been
Many a countless full moons
You looked radiant as ever
Angels have been taking care of you
You talked your heart out
Last night, in your baby words
Before you flew away
To the bright full moon
Leaving me an old and lonely man
Forgive me my son
But how could I have known
