I know, now, what love is not;
But I wish it hadn’t taken multiples of time to solve the mystery.
Dragged along at first,
like dawn into the mist,
I was unaware of my destination,
knowing only the vacuity of being me.
I might have been a kite,
I was so open to manipulation,
but I hadn’t as much energy,
nor the heart to enjoy dancing in the sky.
Beyond reality, I saw only your eyes,
pleading or bright, sleepy or sneaky,
every glint filled me with delight.
Often, your voice also rang there,
like perennial strikes of a gong,
laughing, whining, curious and shy.
Gradually your limbs would lengthen,
so too your locks, I thought;
Your face may broaden,
with teeth fully set in your jaws;
But your eyes wouldn’t change,
and your voice would always ring true,
when finally I found you.
Suffering time’s harsh power-wash,
former entitlements became obscurities,
like man and dawn passing through the mist.
I thought I was entitled to enjoy your evolution from wisp to woman.
As your father, as a man, it was my plan to protect you from all harm.
With the world’s wealth confined to my pockets, your every wish I’d satisfy.
Compromised paths and people would never distort our reality;
No, not until such falsehoods were stripped away.
Tattooed on my mind,
were the boundaries I’d outlined for love,
but in preparing for your return,
I’ve searched every fatty fold of my being,
finding, finally, love’s reality and mine,
and miraculously, you’ll now be with me all the time.