POETRY: 'Dreams of My Father' by Kabriel Moorehead

Dreams of My Father

By Kabriel Moorehead

The stars that glimmer in my eyes at night

Are not the same ones witnessed by my father hundreds of miles away,

And many years ago on an island

Where prosperity is not found by the many

But a hunger is discovered by all.

Whether it be the pangs of a stomach,

Growling, churning, begging for answers

Or the raging flames kindled in our hearts by a desire,

A dream of something greater still,

That left unchecked sweeps through generations like a storm,

Gaining strength

That is equally beautiful and catastrophic to behold.

I may never know the serenity of crystalline seas,

Serene breezes, and silky white sand.

These natural aspects seemed to calm my Father,

Without ever dampening his passion for excellence.

A similar passion warms my soul,

Stoked by my parent's as a youth,

I yearn to do the things no one has.

The sky is only a mile marker, not a destination for me.

I desire something more,

To somehow rearrange the cosmos,

Into the constellations he saw as a child.

The dreams of my father fulfilled at last,

As we look onto the night sky

Realizing though we never witnessed the same picture,

We always drew the same meaning.

Copyright 2013| Kabriel Moorehead