Darrell David

Darrell David

At twenty-six, he was still a boy
A man, a boy, my cousin’s son
The tears won’t leave my eyes
As tears fell from his to tell
Me of the passions of his heart

I sat in awe, the stars flamed his eyes
Told tales amazing taking place
Among the stars, settled spacing
As we took a bite and drank a beer
Imagining the rocket fire above

The shuffle of feet, warmth giantly
A hero taking each beat to heart
The gentle kindness of his role
Cast well beyond the stage’s edge
Wide arms spread to embrace us all

Dreams just out of reach, immortal
In heaven, in carbon, in silicon
The dream to conquer and survive
Despite the cautious words of those
Who dared not hope for more for us

And what of love, he asked
Again a boy turned man to test
The wisdom of my age, to know
How best to use the time still left
Love’s fulfillment yet out of reach

Tears marked out kinship, love
Understood and recompensed
I shook his hand, man to man
Knowing that our future lay
In memories and unfinished tasks

At twenty-seven, the boy had gone
To join the Universe, the man become
An inspiration to those left below
A smile, a word, a loving monument
Another son become father to us all

About David Cain

David Cain, literary author, bon vivant, rogue romantic poet - author of Witch, Song of Songs, Journals of Lord Malinov, Erotic Romances and others ...
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