I would wonder what happened to
the nightmares that were vanquished
by my father, as I was a lingering
in repetition of night terrors.
He had held me in implications of what
was unseen in his eyes but birthed on my
brow in lingering sweat, never was his
thoughts of his own only mine confused.
He would rock me too thoughts of a rocking
chair, that nodded me of to a simpler sleep.
And he would wait to see If shadows pierced
that thin veil between dreams and a silent night.
I awoke one morning in the arms of my father,
his eye black, and I asked what happened daddy?
He said the darkness tried to make you cry so I asked
politely for then to quietly leave.
"excuse me please leave my son in slumber,
*I whispered words in your ears, I know where you
live, in the darkness and this is light,*
Turning on the light of a hallway drowned out a voice
deep inside you, and in there final yearing to grow inside
but quenched washed away in light it hit back and faded.
And that's what happened to daddies eye and I'm proud.
The light will always be on too show those dreams that
daddy is in the light and will always be here for you.