Elegy For a Father’s Voice
A poem
A poem
Father, your voice
fading like the last star
at dawn, a soft hum
in the marrow of morning.
your words, once a beacon
guiding me through the night,
now drift away, fainter and fainter,
as the sun rises to banish the dark.
i strain to hear that familiar timbre,
that gruff yet gentle cadence
that has soothed me, sustained me
through so many long, lonely hours.
but your voice, like the retreating stars,
slips beyond my grasp,
dissolving into the first golden rays
that herald a new day’s dawning.
and in that silence, that void left behind,
i feel the weight of your absence
settle deep within my bones,
a heaviness that aches to be filled.
i reach out, desperate to recapture
even the faintest echo, the softest refrain,
to hold on to that which is slowly,
irrevocably slipping away.
yet your song, like the night itself,
must yield to the inevitable rise of morn.
all i can do is bear witness to its fade,
and hope that one day, it will return.
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