To Hold the Time

On Skyview's hill
Under battered pines
By golden corn
Brushing autumn's skies

I hold my son
Who would like to know
Why there are blinking lights
In the dusky blue
Why the ash tree is gone now
Why he can't touch the moon

We are happy to sit here
He and I
Where I once rocked him
To close the night
On Skyview's hill
Under battered pines

He is only delighted
To hear that the corn
Will soon be gone
That today's cool breeze
Will turn to snow
That Christmas will come
That he will grow

His ocean blue eyes
Twinkle as we talk
And I ache

Ache to hold this evening
And his pudgy toddler hand
And to never forget
His shining grin
When he lifted his eyes
To the dusky blue
And asked why he couldn't
Sit on the moon

"You'd need a spaceship"
I replied
"Where are they?"
He asked
And I could only smile
Into those ocean blue eyes
And together we ached
He for the moon
And me for today

We are happy to sit here
He and I
On Skyview's hill
Under battered pines
By golden corn
Brushing autumn's skies
Happy
And aching
To hold the time