silver beard /moonlight

I remember the night 

your silver beard 

glinted in the moonlight

the evergreen

against a beam 

of pink and grey 

and the sky opened
it's mouth to say

nothing

the open expanse 

the candle flickered

and father you spoke 

of the need to look within

to understand a world 

without

to be meditative 

to be contemplative 

whether or not you made it

-worthwhile-

who knows