Let distance be a blessing
Priceless as any grand discovery
We might have made together
Likely misunderstood
Anyway

Let this be the last dance
Never again fated to gaze
At our father's nakedness
I repent of that first glance
While you stand and stare

You would not stand to see me
Dress my disabilities in wizard's robes
Or craft clay pigeons from my less than honorable traits
To worship and adore from afar
I cannot stand to see you do such things either
As you are