Beloved..
I wrote mine without even knowing that you had posted.
Everything that I do is so that ones like you can finally
have a chance to feel the Beautiful dream
firsthand.. on the inside.
So, in truth.. you can truly say within your war-torn heart,
that every thing I do, is for you.
It was an honor to go to your wall after I posted
and see what your heart and spirit had revealed just
a few hours earlier.
Love is a funny thing. You are worth every moment
of the pain that has come from the years of trying.
Hope.. and a deep understanding;
and view of your own, tremendous Love-worthiness
is what it is all about.
It is for that reason, solely..
that Poetry ever came into being in the first place
..You are beginning to feel Everything.
Long afloat on shipless oceans
I did all my best to smile
'Til your singing eyes and fingers
Drew me loving, to your isle
And you sang
Sail to me
Sail to me
Let me enfold you
Here I am
Here I am
Waiting to hold you
Did I dream you dreamed about me?
Were you hare when I was fox?
Now my foolish boat is leaning
Broken lovelorn on your rocks,
For you sing,
"Touch me not,
touch me not,
come back tomorrow:
O my heart,
O my heart
shies from the sorrow"
I am puzzled as the newborn child
I am troubled at the tide:
Should I stand amid the breakers?
Should I lie with Death my bride?
Hear me sing,
"Swim to me,
Swim to me,
Let me enfold you:
Here I am,
Here I am,
Waiting to hold you"
https://youtu.be/vMTEtDBHGY4
~Jeff's Dad xox
