Last NIght's Day

I awoke in the midst of fog
Maybe mist more than midst,
You'll know what I mean
When you walk on the sun and
There's still dew caked on your face.
I was a land mine,
I am still, and will be for very a long time.
I was the moon bursting into clay
Now I am the centre formed into a new day.  

"I said I wanted to be autistic
Not artistic," told me a man of night.
Sorry sir, I'd hear you better if I wasn't
So uncaring.
He lost his son when the fog was forming
"The loss of a child
Any another news of night?" he asked.
I told him that tomorrow morning
I would be with his son walking on the
Sun and having ever so much fun.

I was on the ground then,
He, standing above me, shed only one tiny tear.
It fell from his face like an, "Oh dear, I love you."
Hitting my right eye and
Blinding me for a minute I realized
That I hadn't won a battle,
But I had gained little to none respect.
I opened my eyes again and the man was gone
I guess the fog I now started to see
Received the man's spirit freely.

"He was my father,
Are you always a bad person?"
Not always, son, only when
I need something accomplished.
Our feet would sink into the surface
Everytime we took a step.
I thought "Does fire not hurt
When you're clay?"
"I heard what you said back there,"
The boy said, "Your neither clay
Nor a day."
His words mean nothing
Because I know who I am.

"Again, I'm sorry about your father."
He was nothing but an old folk anyway.
He is in a better place with a different
Face.
"Don't worry, you're my father now,
Besides, I'll never be without him
For he is the grass, our words,
And the dew on your face."

As we walked on the Sun
I tried too look at what was left of Earth.
Nothing. Something. Everything. Always.
He'll remember that motto forever.
I am now the teacher and
The son has always been the student.
Count to three when you're ready to leave.
I'm actually a time machine;
You wouldn't have known otherwise.