The Majestic

Find words, my son 
To carry honour to the restless seas 
The breath of Colossus 
His endless pulse that thunders out of frozen skies 
Find gratitude in your aimless pursuits to adorn what thoughts would bind you to him. 

Roar, my child, your sorrows to his sighs of wind 
Embrace and hold him near to you 
The Father of stars and night 
Our precious monolith of dawns 
Give praise, dear son, to the holder of moons 

Find words, my son 

And speak them boldly to the sunrise.