Friend of Our Light

Friend of Our Light

(Written to me by my father...thank you, dad.)

A thousand nights of love, now I'm alone
              parentless at home
              dreaming the seen and the unsaid.
              Sleep by day is bested
by the frivolity and fun of being twenty-eight,
              liberated, and no longer bottle fed.

Age is moving lullabyes of makeshift romance.
              A babysitted child of chance,
              suddenly I am
              saved from bedlam
by your return to an infant's
honeymoon, over the spillway
              past the dam.

Waking I reach for
              midnight words to say...
              praising the caring way
              you cuddle me.
              With the poetry
of a rocking cradle, you start my day
patron of the nap and friend
of our light as eternity.

I am the lonely sibling
              of a loving couplet.
You are the surrogate
              of rhythms I can not forget.