poem for dad

are you awake?
a life on the ocean wave
all day to watch the blue wave curl and break
glass-blower of time
leave the lovely words unsaid
in the dark and peace of my final bed
lady, your heart has turned to dust
the darkness steals the forms of all the queens
i've won the race
i saw him once before
before the solemn bronze saint
behold me, in my chiffon, gauze and tinsel
the long resounding marble corridors
sadly speaking