Across the years he could recall
His father one way best of all

In the stillest hour of the night
The boy awakened to a light

Half in his dreams, he saw his sire
With his great hands full of fire

The man had struck a match to see
His son sleep peacefully

He held his palms each side of the spark
His love had kindled in the dark

He wore, it seemed, to small his son
A bare heart on his little one

A heart that gave out such a glow
No son awake could bear to know

It showed a look upon his face
Too tender for the day to trace

One instant, it lit all about
And then the secret heart went out

But it shone long enough for one
To know that hands held up the sun.