The Daddy Poems (Footsteps)

Even when my mind was only balloons Icecream cones, and pocket full of knotty strings I stared into your eyes and I saw ruins My dreams would not go near, even without wings. I would not inhabit the distance and silence That wrap around you, becoming walls And for all my glory I would bring evidence Nothing could make my ambition stalls. O time is a river and we flow to the sea From the hills where we were born, and you are gone But footprints like fossil my write history And my footsteps follow downhill into your dawn And I can see my face in the stream's flood My footsteps retraced to the salt edge of tears Find you lingering in latent tides of my blood And I become more like you in the coming years.