The clouds forgot how to move
The sun just hung
without a proof
The air was glass,
the world was still And time bent softly to your will
I held your breath inside my hands
Like ashes slipping through the sand
The stars went out,
but I stayed locked In the night after the sky stopped
Sky stopped
The shape of sound,
our shadows burned into the ground You smiled,
the light began to freeze
Like glass inside a dying breeze The moon dissolved into the sea
And left its pulse inside of me Each beat,
a memory we dropped
A father is not like a mother who hugs her children and kisses them,
or hugs them and expresses her love.
A father lives by
looking at his children from a distance.
He cares for them.
When
he leaves home to earn money,
he thinks he can earn all the happiness
in the world and take it home.
Does every father love his children so much?
Son,
there has never been a person who can
understand love or measure its weight.
It is just a feeling
that can be less or more with time,
but it cannot be finished from within.