A Gift From the Sun

Your father taught you how to change a tyre

and how to fall and climb back to your feet.

The spark he breathed on grew into a fire.

I held it for an instant and the heat

rewarmed the frozen sun inside of me;

a star which spins alone in empty space,

that tiny unseen singularity:

the lover’s heart beneath a father’s face.

Now gravity is pulling us apart

and draws us back towards our hearths and homes.

Your fire flies to warm another heart

while I shall supernova on my own

for Nova always stands for what is new

and I am old and old dreams don’t come true.