For my Dad...R.I.P

In shadow’d lands
a soul did fall
when first it answer’d
Death’s sweet call.

Then gather’d wings
in search of flight
‘neath Luna’s ever
watchful eye.

To soar through
silver’d silhouettes
and swallow dive
to water’s edge.

Embraced by cleansing
waves’ caress,
in shadow’d lands
this soul did rest.