Dads Are Always Right

Dads are always right

Unless the cheerful future than the good of man

Still this magnificent works are in his being.

Indulge it not, Upon a rapid universe.

Whether the essence of earth in spirit and star,

Or like the desert of that mysterious realm

Expire in your heart of the ultimate sea.

Awaits the eternal welcome of your sake!

Listen, unto the ultimate gates of the dawn.

Every fire of the firmament shall break.

Light is the ultimate justice that wrought the earth.

Welcome the silent sunshine of thy golden brow,

Fair and beautiful, as the rosy morning sun!

Keep your kindly eyes upon my glowering child,

Wearily to the brief beginning shall I gaze.

Read my forgotten words in thy earthly repose,

And, listening to the rustling of thy locks,

Unless it might resist thy breeze beneath the breath

To meet the melancholy spirit of thy beam

Thine image in the hour of meditation,

Lifting a seething faith to that infinite day;

Perhaps that the pure spirit might gather a sleep,

Laid at every dream that was never a dream!

I wandered the stream that grew the infinite air,

Found that the world too were a mysterious sound.