Written for P just before he was born
little one if these leaves of grass do not soothe i hope the captain's verses do each night a little insight for little one who cannot understand nor hear everything but feel vibrations of the madman with wild white hair among the blades we hope for you good nights sleep dreams movement, words, music that carry we do not hope you to be "artist" see instead the living of life as an art and fill your thoughts with imaginative kindness blade by blade green by green each burnt to a crisp of meaning for future reference love of all loves made you together we rise, that song you have liked along the way we have moved twisted swords built worded armies to combat this world and its disappeal making new words as necessary like Germans ear to ear listening and if your first word starts with an F we will laugh we only ask you not become a 20-something smoking weed in a park with a can of cream soda and a cell phone continue kicking as hard
