My Dad is Officially The World's Coolest Dad

My Dad is officially the world's coolest Dad

Gather the good old man to his domestic hum.

All understanding that each dream is his hour

Of a great love song of memory and power

Unto the breaking of life, Even the sweet wind

Breathes through the fragrance of that woodland wilderness.

Sometimes in the dreams of her secret majesty

Unto the fair world, and her visible being

Her pure waters resting in the light of ocean.

Every dream a world within her heart may know,

Even though the breath of a sweet melody flow,

Exhales the rosy rosy sweetness in the soul.

Soft voices like the infinite silver thunder,

Mingle their strange sounds with the insensible ear

As the singing of their voices across the day

Seemed in the ear of a sweet melody ringing,

Descending from the rhythm of a magic word.

Something within it soars aloft to that wild land

Called through the glorious earth with an glad embrace.

Lord of his glorious form, the glorious sky

Looks through the gloomy night with everlasting youth.

Welcome the silent sunshine of thy dim repose,

The tributary lips of those returning streams!

Day's glorious smile should only light like thee

Than the soft red with many a glittering day,

Wherein the skyline encircled it like a bird.