Reality

The last slivers of light race to the horizon
The air carries a chill that darkens the spirit
Across the hills beyond, the clouds roll every crease
And seem to dance as if at once possessed
Tall grasses bend their heads towards the earth
The breeze relentless on their backs
Like some miscreant bully without shame,
It traces your face, pulls your hair this way and that
Tears fall from chilled eyes that stand and stare
Trying to focus, watching the darkness winning the war
There before your feet in cold stone, the past.
You have to return to where you belong
The warmth, the light, the life, yet you are torn,
You turn and step away, first one step then another
But then pause, look back, at that cold stone
"Rest In Peace Dearest Father"
The deepest scars still raw as first encountered,
Yet peace must find it's place to dwell
Fear not the unknown threat of darkness
For in it's harshest depth,  light is always there behind you.