SonShine! & Dreams Left Undone.

Sharp wire brushes leave your caviar looking clean

Sonshine!!

©-MFB III

My whole world
was eclipsed
last evening
at 9:00 p.m. sharp
a brightness fell
across my dark shadows, unshaven
a warm glow split
the craggy face I call my own
into a crescent smile
as my six year old
kissed me goodnight
this tiny piece of me
that spun off
in a stellar explosion
of immense proportions
some 81 months ago
the same son around
which I now gravitate
always pulled much
closer to his light
watching my dark side
spliced asunder
in the overwhelming
intensity of his love
now the Man-In-The-Moon is me
basking in the splendour
of my tiny son
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Dreams Left Undone.

©-MFB III

Imagination calls me
I can hear it's whispers plainly
after all these years it's waited
to reclaim the fun we've shared
~
and it comes to me disguised
on stubby legs with tousled hair
somersaulting through the leaf piles
chased by giggles mixed with pleas
that I join in full abandon
with my five year old companion
tumbling headfirst into remnants
of the summer with my son
~
first pretending we are tigers
on the prowl in hidden foliage
then becoming large bulldozers
plowing through the mounds of humus
~
in an instant battling armies
using sticks to fire volleys
celebrating our great victories
with confetti bits of Awe-dom
~
far too soon we clamber upward
brushing off debris left clinging
hand in hand we march together
back to the real world, supper calls
~
but I still can smell that sweet scent
of those leaves we crushed beneath us
that hid sentimental moments
left behind when I was small
~
Imagination calls me
and no longer will I linger
with my son we'll both go chasing
all the dreams I've left undone.


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always exploring 6 years ago from Southern Illinois

soo very beautiful!!!!!!!!!!!!

A great Dad you are

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