My father taught me
to
stop and look up,
To survey the stars,
Each night
before you close your eyes.
My father taught me
to
stop and look up,
To survey the stars,
Each night
before you close your eyes.
My father used to ask
where are you ?
And I would say
here I am.
Now I ask him
Where are you ?
And in the silence
Of night dreams
He says :
here I am .
Haven’t Been
I haven’t been
where you have been.
I don’t know
the things you know
but as sure,
as surely,
as you have been
and known the places
and the things
that you have seen ,
I will journey there
far
and on my own
and will return
after I have
been and seen
and known ,
the places where
you’ve been.
And we shall then
begin
to be,
those who live within
each other
and within
the very one
and
the one within
ourselves .
From “A Matter of 4” by PWChaltas