The afterlife old son

 My father out nowhere
The one who taught me
My father gone
I see you

I cannot free you
You must free yourself
You are not alive
Yet the story hasn´t died

Nowhere you are
I don´t know
skull on wood
ground closing in

Above earth somewhere
I cannot free you
Once upon your health
Once upon your life

The blessing that you read into
A keepsake in forgiveness
binds you to the light, old son
follow it to the new one

I´ll see you there 
like you saw me here
the earth but a sandcastle
eternity of existance a day at the beach

Or maybe I will be the vigorous annual
never to wooden
with mere admiration and pigeon speak
to greet you with pa.