On this frigid morning, I dreamt about you
Hot juice made an attempt to sling you up
Burnt, bitter tastes lingered on your tongue
So you licked frosting from a bowl
You are the strongest small boy that does not care
Your eyes do not see that I am full now
Don a shredded red cape made from sheets
You can escape hot lava
Oh! All the floors we walked- our hands clenched so tight
You grew fast with longer pants- shorter hair
Look up here! What do you want to be?
Whatever it is, don't be haunted by broken dreams
We stroll on rolling shores with softly held light
You try to keep score of all the points
Skipping through ten million shards of hot glass
You are not the hard old man of my dreams
Right down to the marrow of stiff weary bones
Every year you tear more papery skin
Look under bits of the old broke shell
At unspoken truths told at last
The mirror now sees an old man there
Nearer to anything you need to be
Your eyes are the wisest ones
To watch gulls fly into the sun