 indigonoir 2006-03-26 . chapter 1I do read every one of your poems more than once.
And You, You are my number one, my Love. How therefore, can I release You? The little I know and experience of You, fills me with pride. I look at your photographs every day and every day I long to be with You. Then I show You around; my beautiful daughter.
Ever since the day You were born, You touched my life, as does a Butterfly... with gentle certainty You gave me reason to stay alive. Because of You I fought my demons, rediscovered my dignity and healed my broken spirit. I am no longer afraid that You might be disappointed in a father who was more adept at existing than living. So, I no longer have a reason to hide myself from You. Nor have I any reason to feel ashamed of myself.
Now that I have my voice again, know this…
I NEVER meant to hurt You so deeply with my selfishness. For this the gods will surely punish me... even Prometheus' punishment will appear light by comparison.
Today, I live my dream and desire to share the beauty of being alive with You.
So now, if I have one wish, I would turn back the clock and again come to the front door as I did so many years ago, but this time, I would stay with You. For me it is NEVER to late. PLEASE may I have ONE CHANCE because I desire to take my place by your side? |