This fisher child remember his grandpa..and my poem will you read?

[Poetically Resurrected]

Fisher Child Reminisces

I remember
White stars and
The white moon
Giving white light
To my red heart
Stirring pinkish
Yogurt that my
Soul tasted

And I remember
The night sky
Crashing against
Blue shores and
The waves settling
Like quiet sparrows
Upon a soft nest

I remember this place
This is where my pa
Once smoked his pipe
And I remember the
Faint trickle of smoke
Dousing the aroma
Of pine trees

I remember how
The boat once rocked
And cradled our bodies
Within its loving arms
Like a mother of
A newborn baby

And I remember
His hearty laughter
Like thunder rolling
Across wide spread
Legs of a virgin sky
No more

And I remember her
Cherry blossom lay
Its head upon opaque
Bed sheets whispering
With fluid excitement
Burning passion

I remember how
He cast his rod out
Into this lovely water
Reeling in dinner for
The night and how
Its scales shone

Such rainbows that
Cannot be seen within
The reflective desires
After a rainy day
Forged by the hot
But gentle Sun

I remember his eyes
Wrinkled with the wisdom
Of one who has seen all
Yet knows nothing of
What he has seen
Yet still appreciates

What I remember most
The striking perfume
Of his essence so pure
Drifting through my
Bedroom window while
The lilies Wrestled

With the Wind.