Float on water child,
Run into the streams of lotuses,
Have it embrace your skin,
As if new born discovered water and air,
Feel the fresh wind blowing over bare body,
A naked soul exposed to both extremities,
You give what you could not have,
and now you Have what you never recieved,
Boat man,
Roaming the seas,
Understanding the most powerful element yet,
Water, a vessel for all our innocence, our truths, our lies,
A Fluid hidden in magnitude,
That is you, you’re like deep waters,
Still, Calm, Collective,
But look deeper yet, and you will find a Tsunami brewing,
Don’t get too close or you will be engulfed into typhoon,
But just enough and you can see chapters of stories,
A volume of books hidden in your irises,
You watch, entertain, and observe,
The layers of your brain, a library,
I have picked up a few,
Read passages only you allowed,
Now you set off again,
With Hat and Boat,
With Father and Child,
On a journey where you continue to give and love,
A love you could never have as your own,
You are a unique being,
in every right,
beautiful, troubled, loved,
a Master of the Waters,
May you sail the journey of your life with happiness,
May you bring joy to others like you have mine
Happy Birthday Patrick,
I see you.