I tried to dream my father's dream
Yet dreams a funny token
Mine still spin
His pylons set
The bridge has never broken
I walk its span in dusk and dawn
Through mists where echoes waken
His silent oath
My restless step
By neither one forsaken
Each plank a word he never said
Each beam a fear unspoken
And still I build
And still I tread
A path that love's bespoken
So let him rest the anchor sure
The lantern's passed, still gleaming
The tide moves on,
Sails set to sun
To dream the dreams need dreaming
-Hermit King-
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