I see thee, father.
O how I longed for this-
Please tell me where did thou goest?
And come to me in time of my dream.
Is this all that's left between us?
Take mine hand- I will pull thee out,
Out of my dreams.
'Twas thee alone that play'd the part
In holding up mine head.
Hurry- before reality breaks slumber,
Before the world's engines take to street,
And wake me short of sleep.
Why- I can't feel thine hand...
Thou art here yet thine hand betrays flesh-
How am I to seest thou again?
Where art thou going?
Why?
Don't leave me again-
Father?
Will I ever see thee again?
Again...
He leaveth me again.

Whisper into thine ear,
The words of morrow.
"I love thee;
'Though my eyes fall short of sight,
Thou art not hard to envision.
Just there upon the end of mine eyelids,
Thou danc'st and thou smil'st,
'Twas my sole intent to seal them.
And whilst they rest thy voice gives life
To the dance- the smile.
I'll trade nothing o'er thee.
Behind this scene, I am coy.
Yet still, I will press my lips unto thyself,
The very gates to a breath of heaven.
'Tis this deed that shatters me whole,
One kiss- one taste- to claim my soul.
Was thine all along- along with these-
Words of morrow;
I love thee."

Nothing will stop me from holding you tight,
And no phone call will keep us distant tonight.
I will not be nervous when I see your face,
For I have dreamt this night in my resting place.
And the second you smile from these words you read,
My lungs will fill and allow me to breathe.

Too soon we mature
Only to expire
All things greet an end
'Tis a fact well known
By all things living
Tho' we may yet breathe
We shall ne'er regret
The joy that life kept
Hidden from us- for
The youth to replace
Our withering hearts