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