He was the miracle of my life.
I'm his first light.
I believed in him, a creator and a savior.
He grew within my soul fountains and gardens of roses.
Lately, I have sensed the sadness stripping my heart's wall. 
I'm craving for his smile and attention.
He stands still in my darkness.
He was my shining sun and the ripples of happiness on the surface of my lake.
I miss you, dad, and happy birthday.
The years are passing slowly without you.
My eyes are not binding. You kept me moving like a broken windmill, harvesting the wind and the remains of your recollections.