I don’t know which came first
was it the dream or the belief, that one could fly
or
maybe it’s a tie
I’m
believing true miracles exist between the design of two sides
along with the reason of why, we decide, to combine
because
distance…
creates too much space between possibilities, and the spark of rekindled love may flicker when we divide
I
believe that
my dreams and beliefs could both collide
I
imagine them coming together to rival the sky
I
envision the sky coated in brilliant swaths of paints or pastels reimagining the description of you and I
I
envision you as majestic as an eagle with wings broader than sight that cover and detail the sky
and I’d
marvel at your magnificence
admittedly in a life that can harden hearts
it is the art of love, that carves the stars
and charms our scars and all the harm that swarms
yet keeps us warm, enough to open arms like unraveled yarn
knitting thick sweaters of promised pain in a life where pleasure comes and goes
but
clothing can always be changed
so son
even if you wear your heart on your sleeve, you can’t buy love
but
you’re always right by love because
love is always stored
and nothing bought that covers you can cover truth!
let your truth shine like the brightest light that you are
the
light that blots out the darkness
the light whose shadow is a cluster of shooting stars
son
even in the darkest storms, light was born
light is love, love is light and light was the genesis
whatever your passion, whatever your purpose, give all that you got, make every moment worth it, because you’re more than worthy, be diligent, even if you’re uncertain, and hurting, peel back those curtains and outshine all circuits
and let love take the initiative…
sometimes I tend to drift when I reminisce
forgive me for this,
but just thinking of your beauty always makes me sensitive
reflecting on all the light I’ve ever known that still hasn’t trumped your preeminence
nothing could ever block your significance
and as a man I’d
willingly cater to the submission of emotional sentiment
forming
rain clouds in the corners of my eyes
I’d
rain tears of joy, from a man witnessing the greatness of his boy
and
would soil a massive field of flowers blossoming from the sun of your presence, benevolence, perfection, and innocence
and when you perform
on the worlds fields, the world yields
when you spread your wings,
the world is adorned with your form
even as gravity may pull at you, trying to bring you back down to earth
as to make you like everyone else
son with grace and humility, just smile defiantly and clip on your Orion’s belt
because your background will boast a choir of angels singing their approval to a full audience eager to capture your awe and call themselves witnesses
all cheering you on, telling you in their own way that
you are a star, you are limitless, you are infinite
because
you are a star, you are limitless, you are infinite
Josiah
remember this
you are a star, you are limitless, you are infinite
and you were the belief that I dreamed
you are the dream that I believe
and there’s nothing you can not achieve
because your light, your Golden Glowing Rays, and Wings,
your love
and your Herculean heart will always keep you in First Place
Josiah Henry James Wardlow, my son, I love You, and Happy Golden and 12th Birthday
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