Death of a Rose is all I can see Dad,

i can in some ways sense the music,

and try to believe i understand the waves, the love of the notes you brought forth, but all i see are the shifting light patterns.

i hope to hope.

Death of a Rose I remember these things that draw my thoughts towards you.

the wishing to tell you upon every stop what life is....

but i could not do it,
even when we stopped upon the bluff before the northward bridge,

all i could do was step upon the barrier and light up a cig.

and stare at the valley,
not seeing it, too delved in my own thoughts and forwards,

past the bridge,
only looking,
just looking,
only seeing.

what's it to you?
who go