My father was best understood by me
for all of his weakness combined
with a mighty strength.
His love of blue skies; flowering hills
Sun soaked horizons,; a boat’s sails
The burnt velvet of a fine scotch
The storm upon his soul’s swale
imprinted in my mind
the breadth of this great world that was left to explore
He cast a spell on my child-mind
That made me wonder what it’s all for
This slow dance of age
that still brings chills to my toy heart
Why isn’t it forever? Where do we depart?
His voice has been gone now for too many years
His words echo in my mind still;
dreams that have ignited fire in my vision
inspire my will
Because he had lived a life full
of wonderment and grace
I have found this world to be a more enchanting place
And listen to the wails of the wind
To find whispers from him
