No simultaneous farewell

 Life once made sense to him

The wind would blow to hurricane limits
but not leaf would be stripped from the tree

Life moved on toward a mid city creek
sunny and glad the hill cloud divide

Sweet calm imposed on him like
a totalitarian curfew

Dependency an ugly new skin
worn now at age

Life no longer makes sence to him

The two grand angels that graced his existance
will now be part of a new disappearance
that his brain comprehends
that his heart won´t admit is crushing him

yet conspires with mouth to pretend

The sweet calm, now visits as darkness
where feeling danced across the sunlit stream
dull hill cloud sends it´s voidlike greyness

But father unique 
no simultaneous farewell I beg
Live on to hear their tongues utter another language
Live on for new life´s arrival

So new life choose me
to warm our conditions
burning midcity hill cloud
for another year of vitality