Sometimes late at night, I watch the ceiling from my bed, <br />And lying in the darkness, hear a sound inside my head, <br />Not a sound explained in any book I've ever read, <br />I hear the distant memories, of things my father said. <br /> <br />I have a sense of looking down, upon the life I've known, <br />On everything I've ever done, and everything I own, <br />And far below I see the fields of sorrow that I've grown, <br />For when things come full circle, we all reap what we have sown. <br />; <br />I hear Him reassure me, He'll protect me from the pain <br />When life on earth is short, and there is nothing left to gain, <br />When insanity surrounds me, He is there to keep me sane, <br />The silent sound puts me to sleep, like falling summer rain. <br /> <br />I dream that we're together, I no longer am a man, <br />Instantly we've traveled, to a strange, exotic land, <br />But fears subside, and as He reaches down, to take my hand, <br />I feel it must be on the edge of Heaven that we stand. <br /> <br />Now, happiness I choose to keep, and sadness I let die, <br />We're all together in my sleep, and no one needs to cry, <br />I remember things my Father said, and sometimes, if I try, <br />I imagine that it's on the wings of angels that we fly. <br /> <br />And every now and then, I think I even see His face, <br />Then we're walking side by side, into a better place, <br /> And all our pain and suffering, that God has now erased, <br />His voice echos in my mind, across all time, and space. <br /> <br />So when your heart is empty, and hope is all but dead, <br /> And darkness overwhelms you, while your lying in your bed, <br />Just listen to the voice, that's there inside your head, <br /> And remember that you can remember, things your Father said. <br /> <br />dean evans 4-14-05<br /><br />dino evans<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/things-my-father-said-2/
