Hearken
592. Hearken
Fits love into mine and the cosmic perspective.
Hearken my love, theres so many things I want to build.
A nursery for our children, adjoining my workshop and your guild.
The room where you admit those bereft of their senses.
As once was I, a man broken and surrounded by only fences.
Hearken dear child, this is how to hold a brush.
Catch a wisp of mama's hair then paint beside it a thrush.
Read of journeys to the center of the earth.
Then hold a cup of chocolate right as you stare at our hearth.
Wonder at the moon as the whispering leaves
Beckon you to the land of dreams. Listen as a nightbird weaves
Your tale into the song of the sun and moon.
Then look to your book and carve your name with a rune.
[My father was a 3rd generation Horologist]
Hearken papa, your son is no longer alone.
And in his workshop, he has no escapements and does not mourn
[My lifes mission to be a harbinger of DAWN, my technical and social experiment that serves the Spirit]
Whether people buy or not for his are the wares of the morrow.
When mankind will truly live instead of beg for time and to borrow
A day more for they repent having wasted it all.
Then your little Smithson as time maker will stand tall.
[To a friend who tarried on this side of the Veil to nurse me back hale and healthy, I cry as she leaves, though my heart truly knows there is NO loss]
Hearken friend and source of delight for all the years
You stood by me. I made it at last, slip away quietly as I burst into tears.