Consider a dandelion
Consider a mountain peak
Consider the ripples from a single drop or beat
Consider a star explosion
Consider space and blackhole son
Consider even suns and moons
are satellites of a greater U vision
To father is to reach a view that stretches far beyond
What you ever thought you could ever do
The highest bell rung
To father is to find what's true
fill the gap and know what is out
of ones control too
To father is to make a splash and as you fade to the depths unknown grave
the waves you made
are all that's left to carry on infinitely
To father is to be okay burning up yourself as you light the way
holding glass minerals gas and stone
without knowing exactly how or where the spinning turned a house to a home
Just knowing that when you reach
the top or your mass collapse drops
it could break the very world you create and devistate
the very plans woven to levitate
SEW
Fathers Mediate the space between
The waves and dreams
Winds and streams
Pulling your seeds apart
Stack mass and cash
to pay attention to their heART
Spinning webs of redemption
Stitching wounds building arks
So as I grasp the view
of the present bestowed and
I shiver in the vast unknown
but no matter beating rain
or interstellar hurricane
The futures big enough for my echo to be heard again and again.
Jun 18, 2017
Jun 18, 2017 at 10:13 PM UTC
Consider a dandelion
Consider a mountain peak
Consider the ripples from a single drop or beat
Consider a star explosion
Consider space and blackhole son
Consider even suns and moons
are satellites of a greater U vision
To father is to reach a view that stretches far beyond
What you ever thought you could ever do
The highest bell rung
To father is to find what's true
fill the gap and know what is out
of ones control too
To father is to make a splash and as you fade to the depths unknown grave
the waves you made
are all that's left to carry on infinitely
To father is to be okay burning up yourself as you light the way
holding glass minerals gas and stone
without knowing exactly how or where the spinning turned a house to a home
Just knowing that when you reach
the top or your mass collapse drops
it could break the very world you create and devistate
the very plans woven to levitate
SEW
Fathers Mediate the space between
The waves and dreams
Winds and streams
Pulling your seeds apart
Stack mass and cash
to pay attention to their heART
Spinning webs of redemption
Stitching wounds building arks
So as I grasp the view
of the present bestowed and
I shiver in the vast unknown
but no matter beating rain
or interstellar hurricane
The futures big enough for my echo to be heard again and again.
The same sun that shines on me will shine on your future and your futures future....
