Dead Father

In your shell you live
In peace to rest

No longer disturbed
By shrill voice

Or Hunger pang
Or fear of cold

You are now at peace
Long rest is yours

For come what may
You are now Untouched

Untouchable by this world
Your works are left living

And in your wake we stand
Unmeasurable in your shadow

With fade to black thence to sun
We rise with you now

Knowing you are always there
Always on our horizon