Not a word, not a sound, you read by the fire
Absorbed in your quest, seeking infinite knowledge
The smoke curls from a pipe, a palatable scent
Soft eyes emerge behind a thick and antique book
Patience without limits, master clock precision
Year after year, so much rigging, so many shrouds
Of galleons, of frigates, and oh so many dreams
In the palm of your hands were born in slow motion
A talented dancer when you glide and you twirl
An innate elegance, a gentleman’s figure
Paso doble, tango, Viennese waltz and fox-trot
Holding your arm a star, your sun and your godsend
North and South, East and West, like a true explorer
Traveling through valleys, scouring all over France
My own Lackland knight and my champion of the heart
In your courageous steps I draw my destiny
Cedric, 3/09/12
Happy birthday dad!
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