My Son

Yes, in the inbreath I can feel
That there's a child somewhere
I see him turning his head
He's there watching me now

He met me in my dreams
And holds out his hands
They bear a red and wet Heart
And he holds it out - to you

He's offering it to you
He's offering it to you
All.

This heart is still beating
It's been in cold wind
But colder still
Are the shrouds of illusion

I've wrapped it in for too too long.
I'm so broken.
I'm so hobbling.
I'm so cut down.

The child longs for you.
He looks at all the words, all the pictures
And he allows them all to pass
He's waiting for something
He knows it

He knows what it is -
But do you and I?