He is lost, yes?
So if I am he, then who am I?
Yes, certainly.
I am Father, I am Husband.
A noble role — yes, surely.
All that I have dreamed.
I am happy — why do you ask?
Yes, I am he, but he is lost.
I tell my Son he must not love
Another like me:
Husband, Father, Man.
He must be Good, he must be Holy
Like the Great Lord intended,
Life without Pain, without Misery.
How dull, this ache
Cured only with a drink of a lake
Of red grapes, delirious
And dreaming of Him,
Unreachable
Until I wake.
Then I remember —
Yes, of course,
I am all that I was.
Blessed by the Lady,
Cured of malady.