Father's Hand

Father's hand

The ubiquity of beauty and loving the light

the omnipresence of day's transition to night

Let Fibonacci free, a newly found sight

of spirals and patterns and being.

Pray tell of the dew and the mist in the morn,

Pray tell me the moment you noticed the dawn,

Did you see it again like when you were forlorn

or were your eyes reopened with fervour?

Let me take you to places now that you live.

Now you're alive let me take you forthwith

to moments and places of glory within

and without as you shed your old features.

Did the weight of the world leave your heart swollen?

Were they there for you always as memories were stolen...

Notice it now as the true light pervades

It's only ever been love and raw beauty.

My world and your world were always as one

Duality futile. The moon and the sun

were always in me as I loved you, my son

and my daughter.

Now follow me home.