You wake up
And look to your right,
There's a person sleeping beside
You
look to your left,
Some framed picture of a renegade,
And then you stand,
arms fixed on deserted solitude,
Looking down,
No! never taught to do so,
You sigh
Your military clothes ironed
And a note from Lily,
"Daddy come home"

And then you draw your weapons and throw the whiskey glass on the mirror,
And with blood laden hands, profligately comb your hair.
Daddy said so you murmured with closed eyes,

"Look alive young man,
Look alive."

Love is Light.
You are like the sun.
Beautiful, pure, and bright.
Lively warmth was my invite.
A light being lightyears ahead.
Your smile caught a star.

Your eyes contain diamond seas.
Cooling me with seafoam teardrops.
Fluid and fertile with wonder, they seize.
Rainbows dance at lush waterfall tops.

You house the Heavens.
I've found it in your heart.
I marvel at your temple of art.
Love and peace, wisdom, acceptance.
How godly divine, your innermost essence.

In all that I'm learning of you,
I find myself loving the Universe, true.
For you contain the heavens, the seas, and the stars.
When I take you in, we're floating with Mars.