The night I met my savior
A poem to my late father
In the twilight of a starlit night
When my legs were weary and my heart alight
I met a firefly whose dance so alluring
For I chased her down till I knew I lost my tracking
Led me to a wondrous lake where no one traversed before
As I stood still fathoming my shadow by the shore,
that one fly turned into hundreds
And hundreds into thousands;
Swirling like storm they shaped out a delicate hand
As it touched my fingers evolved into a beautiful man
Oh I swear I've never seen two eyes so peaceful
lips so crimson,features so careful
His smile that glistened was followed by a warm embrace
We sat on the grass gazing the stars of grace
Both remained silent for no one knows how long
suddenly he told the tale of a hero and his son
Drifted away by the severe wind I put my head on his lap
Nothing in the world felt so secure melting into nap
It was late midnight when I woke up in fear
Savior was still awake by the side of his dear
kissing the forehead gently he brushes
my hair and then put me to sleep
Holding me in his arms- unmistakable grip.


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