BRINK, a poem for my father

pages slip like feathers
from the broken binding
of my little picture book
that drift and sift
on angel backs
softly toward the brink
singed and stained
the cracked and lifeless
blossoms shed their petals
toward the sea
remember
no more
stinging licks of moonlight
flicker in my eyes
i lose the sense of footing
floating, drifting to and fro
majesty
freedom
release
i ache no more for simple joy
no earthly pleasures hold me
agony is a demon
who's power now is lost
i flutter and float
swing and sway
back to the ocean's womb
reclaim me
let me leave that word behind
scattered from medicinal tongues
fickle, heartless flames
let it have no more meaning
goodbye cancer
goodbye dad