shine

son
is shining
robins fly by
high
in the sky
other ones singing
your song
from the great tree
over the wooden porch
me in my chair
fresh coffee
and spring breezes
away the world
beyond my senses
and the dizzying heights
of aspirations harbored
back to my boyhood
back to days
spent dreaming of you
dreaming of this moment
back to days
when the space between
dreams and what is real
was but a stone's throw away
a hop skip and a jump
over a puddle
and now i rock
roll
in this chair
seen a little bit
of this cold world
enough to know the difference
hear the music of life
so easy on ears
that no longer wish
to serve as bookends
on opposite sides
of eyes looking backward
of a house of memories
for my son
shines
my son
shines
from east to west
coast to coast
yesterday to tomorrow
and so we shine
all together