of hopes and dreams

9:20 in the morning, sitting at boulder,
watching the clouds as they move through my coffee,
can’t help myself, i am a creative man, i see many pieces

riding in the back of the sexy sentra,
all strapped in for safety,
why are you a madman papa

i am a madman for my beliefs,
for my expectations,
for my convictions,
for my faith

dropping him off at school

i will always love you my precious little one

there’s phallyn, he runs to see his friend,
he blows me a kiss, i wave back to him,
then he disappears into the unknown world
of independence, of his own expectations,
of his own faith, of his own beliefs and convictions,
of love, of hope and dreams, of wishes and desires

i release him into that world everyday

trusting him

trusting in his gift to navigate
the world he creates in his own heart