My Sky Poem by Yawar Maajed

(A poem for my late father)
The flame in my heart, sharp and strong,
Yet, why stir with excitement for so long?
The wind blows fierce and fast,
Promises a quenching gust that will not last.

A single memory, a solitary glimpse of you,
Peeked from the corners of my mind, so true.
A pang, sharp and unbearable,
Stepped into my heart, unrepairable.

A single memory, a solitary glimpse of you,
Peeked from the corners of my mind, so true.
A pang, sharp and unbearable,
Stepped into my heart, unrepairable.

The ashes of a soul, once burnt so profound,
In your flame, sharp and unbound,
Now even their traces evade my sight,
Lost in the depth of a never-ending night.

My center, my axis, my circles - all lost,
Obliterated, a price too steep the cost.
Against time's monstrous flow, they stood no chance,
Caught in a swift and relentless dance.

The poison of time, that turned black sky to blue,
That very venom courses through my veins, true.