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A loving father
Who wants all
His daughters to run as a river
And all his sons to cry as the sea

And wants each view
To have a window
Traced in the air by angels' feathers
Or built by fathers' hands of white stone

And all his fields
To be surrounded
By friends in chains of twos and threes
Rim walkway over the horizon rim

Every freezing star consoled
By daughters dressed up warm
For the golden grass night
In the spiral month

And she will never suffer
With a smile knowing sadness
Baby stars making a walkway
Up from her snowy tree

And every crying voice matched
By sons letting down their hair
Not rising until the night is young
Proud of their embarrassed girl

Rain goes up from the sea in waves
Snow floats up from the trees in cones
Star light falls from the clouds
In sixes and seven folds

A loving father
Who adores each of his children
And wants to give them flowers
On the day of his son.



A loving son
Who wants to give his father flowers.

He will let rain go up first
For the sake of his father.

He will let the snow settle on the ground
For the sake of his father's face.

He will receive the light from the clouds
For the sake of his father's bright name.

And each of his daughters
Run in the river that goes two ways.

And each of his sons
Cry as the sea cries, blue.

And each word through the window
Spoken.

A loving son
Who wants everyone to be at home.