So Dream. (A Poem From Father To Son) Poem by Ernesto Barca

Go forth my son on paths untrod,
Keep chin and spirit high,
Tink'r with destiny and gaze not down
And soon your wings will fly.

So your journey starts but be aware
That no map will guide you there,
‘There' is a place your heart will seek,
Listen, and it will share.

Heed not to ‘no' or ‘why' or ‘but'
And those who seek your dreams to die,
For if they die your wings will break,
And you, my son, won't fly.

Let fear not cage you in its grasp
Nor to common riches fold.
For golden are the paves of paths
Of stories not yet told.

So dream.
And at night, when the stars do shine,
Know your dreams are at one with mine,
For whatever your dreams, you will see
Behind you I will always be.