My Son

My rose, my love,
O' what a view I have,
from up above

As a rose has the sun,
feeding life to live,
son I share with you my love;
My only gift to give.

The harmonic sun impaled,
thrown across the sky;
Chariot down it’s pulled,
its light upon a sleeping rose does lie.

Peaceful sitting, O’ content,
beneath the sun’s protective rays.
My flawless love with you I share;
Gaze upon my sleeping child lies.

Sunlit tears compose,
landing gentle upon a rose.
My dancing tear, a joyful tear,
drops upon my sleeping son so near.

As you drift upon the song,
to where your secret thoughts you keep;
I pray you find my love,
in dreams painted while you sleep.

My rose, my love,
O’ the view I have,
from up above.