Freedom is a casualty of loving,
As one must freely choose to be unfree,
Taking is, instead of what might be,
Holding onto essence for dear meaning.
Each father ought to be the nearest mountain,
Rock-solid, unmoving in his passion,
'Twixt wind and world the will no will can fashion,
Sustaining innocence through sheer intention.
Depths are in more places than below,
As those who dive for melody well know,
Yielding memories sunlit and certain.
by Nicholas Gordon
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