Waiting

Glazed were the rocks

Like dream sprouts of my mind

Splashy and brothy were the waves

Of my mind, unruly yet mannered

 

I looked up, deep into his weary eyes

Old, battered but ready for more

Had seen much of life, still young a soul

A man, self made but he never said so

 

Faded in the curtains of time, he still lives

Lost him but gained something I call life

The one reason i live, as free as I could

Am a part of him, and he is all in me

 

Promise to stand tall, beside you my boy

Will look down, for you when you grow

A day I will be old and grey, for sure

Will be around, waiting for you to look up