She sleeps, and she does not know Of the uneasiness within me, Becoming this very moment. When I hold my breath, knowing what is to come and not knowing. Must I grind words on words on words? Or will the silence of my eyes Carry their full meaning into her heart. So that without speaking.... The sun sets, both luminous and natural. As the swan places its trust in the lake. A light of galaxies springs forth of itself. Am I able to carry her thruout her life? Will she truly know her father's design for her? Will she truly know her father's undying love?