Father and Son
In that similitude of my own gaze
I see much in you that you see in me,
for in me are your Arthurian ways -
old man, I am your son and proud to be.
In the dark days and darker nights of us
when the Angel of Death entered our ken
I saw a light in all that you compass
and repute you among the best of men.
So it is in the time of tide and flow
that between us there was ebb and distance,
yet I know I will miss you when you go
and hold dear the days of least resistance.
I have a son, and love him more I can’t -
he in time might forget you but I shan’t.
Written: October 2004
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