-For Papa
Your moon-eyed gaze claims beauty anew
Reminding emerald shooting stars of their start.
In vibrant hues, the world is you.
Graphite woods blush at your step, they whisper and admit
They’ve never expected such unusual heart
Your moon-eyed gaze claims beauty anew
On inky sunset sands you stood, you lit
Beams of gold from fingertips oceans could not chart
In vibrant hues, the world is you
Lemon gingham napkins, honeysuckles, tulips sit
In sleepy windowsills, you call them sweetheart
Your moon-eyed gaze claims beauty anew
Sweet melodies dance from the depths of your orchestra pit
Proof that this life has no need nor capacity for restarts
In vibrant hues, the world is you
The earth’s simplicities and delicacies you intertwine, you knit
Together, unintentionally rendering the mundane to art.
Your moon-eyed gaze claims beauty anew
In vibrant hues, the world is you
Haley Gilbertson 