And endlessly I prayed for dad's magical life, by his fleet tread
In this fast fierce house, one sweet minute before life's
and night, and altarlight. The rivers of the angelled life
Veined within dad's sure hands, I held, and I saw
Through my father's loving eyes the roots of norfolk countryside
(A lovely lively
man - he made all things work).
I am never too proud to cry for i will forever live for dad.
His eager saviour
smile that star-anointed keen life with sirens.
All his bones are burned now but his legendary body will
Keep going now beyond elysium where sea-shapers soothe
Heavenly after-life kingdoms with
mastering stage-leaders that
Move and move till death dies.
The lights of my house were holy and his; my books
Even as a boy he had served the very best with his rascal eye; delved
Out of his holy heights I saw the last light of god-thespians using bells
Here among the might of a greatest of
men. Oh, i shall go use oaths
To walk forever with my heavenly fantastic learned old man.
Walking out of a sweet
heart-sky, i will stop and cry for dad's kind world
And I will come to his world of hills that causes trees to boom like a rose,
And I will forever recall the amazing dreams he gave to everybody.
I will forever use my mind to remember eternally my dad and
O, though we cried as he died, fearing the tumult of life's tears,
The last song of dad's hero-voice sent darkness swiftly away from
poet's weird world whose madness must get fathered till gone.
Out of this world, i get, without losing, the reason why dad lives forever.
O deepest of blooms, about all the words i have said life long, treasure
Comes carrying dad's creation while all my senses sing dad's dancing sun.
On that weeping grave-day, the tears out of his eyes
Until I die myself, may weeping spheres sing for father's eternal blessing
Copyright JDB 08/06/2022.