FirstBorn

The years wll pass
This too, like grass
Will dry and blow away

A dream will stir
The present blur
Of such near yesterdays

And wakened by
The surface sky
Of your unconscious need

You’ll say my name
Or bloodlines’ claim
And know you are my seed.

O daughter dear
I fear I’m near
The front row midnight shift

I didn’t know
The random codes
To thank you for this gift

But Time will wage
Her wars and gauge
Whatever love remains

And I will wave
From some framed grave
And we will look the same.

FirstBorn

vanderwolff

Chula Vista, United States

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