Father Out Of Time

Cornfields losing color, dust asleep on dawn, Small hands on my jacket, asking how long. Maps scribbled on the ceiling, engines in my bones, I left to save a future—and left you guarding home. I aimed for the halo by a far, pale world, Every mile I traveled, another year unfurled. I wrote you letters through gravity, Stamped with a thousand silent miles. If the clocks ate our memory, Believe me—I kept every smile. I’m a father out of time, Trading days for breath you’d breathe; Gave the world the years it stole, Lost the years you needed me. A blue world stole decades in a crowded hour, A dark sun bent the choir of clocks. We floated where the night reworks the power, Counting waves like second hands that lock. I spoke in weights and numbers where my voice could never go, On a library built of moments, I taught the past to know. I wrote you letters today, Folded into falling light; If the stars delayed our history, I was there—just out of sight. I’m a father out of time, Chasing hope I couldn’t see; Saved a world I couldn’t hold, Lost the world you were to me. In a room behind all rooms, I learned I’d lit the trail, Pulled at threads of space and love until the distance failed. You grew fierce and brilliant, solved the sum I could not see— And when we met again at last, you were older still than me. You’d walked a whole life’s circle; I was younger than your eyes. You said the work was finished—mine was learning how to rise. Everyone I knew is stories on a station wall; The house, the fields, the dust—just artifacts, that’s all. I carry what remains: a name, a promise, and a star, And set a course for morning, to find the fire you are. I wrote you letters through gravity, Across the years I couldn’t stay. If love’s the math that guides me home, It’s the force I can’t betray. I’m a father out of time, But your light keeps guiding me— Past the ruins of yesterday, Toward the life we set free. When the world I knew is gone, and the faces fade like streams, I’ll still follow through the dark—on the strength of borrowed dreams.