Not a drop of golden sun.
All of it furred bright outloud.
More Heaven's Gate than rainbow bridge
shining now in papa's broken heart.
The drop-heart lead of sorrows,
terrifying Truth five words long and deeper than Abyss.
"I just want him back."
Guts wrench to plumber pipe the tears.
Even I cannot help to light the way right now.
But I know well the lanterns lot the wagging tails he met.
I know too what feels empty is soon filled yet.
Cavern of grief it is no thief
to the bright light in which they share.
Called pure Love.
How it hurts to grow
[ for Grady our sun ]