Jeffrey Hull
Friday, December 30, 2005
Paternity
Before your eyes were born;
I knew the path your feet would run
Before your shoes were worn.
Before the earth was made of stone,
Before the clouds were white;
Before the western wind had blown–
I dreamt of you by night.
Anterior to every star,
To water, wind and flame–
The sky foretold the man you are
And whispered you a name.
© 2005 Jeffrey Hull