O’ my son
You have made me a believer
In all the bright and luminous colors
That before, I only saw as a dark blue
Yes, my boy, I owe this all
To you
O’ my son
For such a long time, I was lost
In a place where even when the sky was pitch black,
I could never see the bright white of the stars
Before you
O’ my son
I still see blue, just no longer in a melancholy fashion
Because your eyes are windows,
And I see nothing but a vast and cloudless blue sky,
In you
O’ my son
I cannot wait to look into that black sky with you
When it is riddled with brilliantly lit stars that I now see because of you
No, I cannot wait to tell you just how patiently they’ve waited
To shine and glimmer white
For you
O’ my son
You are still so young
But you’ve shown me how full of colors life can be
But out of all of the colors in the world
My favorites will always be the ones that will burst
From you
About the Creator
Nicholas Sparkman
Enigmatic and wistful with a love for writing that only shows when inspiration strikes. Literature, poetry, cinema, and board game enthusiast. Author of "Fractures in a Glass Mind: A Collection of Poetry and Songs".
@spark_manic
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