My Ashes

All the things that I needed

And wasted my chances

I have found myself wanting

When my mother and father

Gave me their problems

I accepted them all

Nothing ever expected

I was rejected

But I came back for more

And my ashes drift beneath the silver sky

Where a boy rides on a bike but never smiles

And my ashes fall over all the things we said

On a box of photographs under the bed

I will stay in my own world

Under the covers

I will feel safe inside

A kiss that will burn me

And cure me of dreaming

I was always returning

And my ashes find a way beyond the fog

And return to save the child that I forgot

And my ashes fade among the things unseen

And a dream plays in reverse on piano keys

And my ashes drop upon a park in Wales

Never-ending clouds of rain, and distant sails