The Romantic Ocean - Dads

My fibonnaci sequence

My golden ratio

(You are)

My fibonnaci sequence

My golden ratio

My «nightswimming» piano piece

My white tulip covered in winter snow

You make me feel so tall

You make me feel so adult

Like I could conquer everything

Or maybe just anything at all

I remember sunsets in cities

That I’ve never lived in

But god damn, those days

We were living it

You are more to this than skin and familiarity

You are the ease of relief

You are the sought out ring of clarity

I saw:

The crevasses of the moon’s craters

(I've loved in the distance of layers)

The earth I used to consider steep

Now I push my boulder up to earn my keep

I need the waves of the romantic ocean

The fucking crest of the romantic ocean

Your whisper welcome my ship along

To feel like I could be depended on

Like I could be depended on