A Father's Love

Within the light, I find I kiss the morning mist upon a rose,
and in love, I find I miss the morning twist upon the hills of mountain tops.
It is in love that I find a Father's love and in disguise of all that is new,
I find the dew upon a midnight kiss of a cup of the morning sky.

What is love if not found in the love of the fireflies upon the night sky?
What is life if not found in the summer of dreams of a fireflies mind?
What is found upon the shadow of thought and the drink of a lover's wine?

It is love of the maker to find delicate the lover's touch upon a winter's dream,
and in remiss, I find love upon the shadow of a midsummer night's pleas.
What is in me now to find a love of life upon the wetness of a Father's cries,
and in his love will I find gentleness to find a life of all that is worth the dreams of the blue sky in me.