Desperate Father

Tis you I lift a pen for
Calling you abroad
To travel back in vessel,
With sails full, wind's time.

I search for resolution
To give heart's, fullest confession,
That by hearing it's virtue,
Your own's heart's, redemption.

Give me your life,  
In return for my death,
And I will sprout a seed,
Of wisdom's finest linen.

Be yourself as you may be,
Be your hardest search of yee,
And fear not my disregard,
That love will not pour out, free.

I may be dead, for now
And your death will be mine too,
But before I died, a lot ago,
I died, in dreams of you.

My words, a works of joy and peace.
My body, a reservoir of knowledge.
My Father's voice, a point of crossing,
And your mother, the bridge of travel.

We brought the seed of linger,
To ask a question, we ask, consider,
Who and where is what is to,
How and why is come of you.

I speak in riddled, not,
Though offended one may be,
I am Adam your dad,
Awaiting, with thy mother, Eve.

Q