Gasping your first breath on a cold fall day,
your hazel eyes greeted my blue.
A strand of my hair locked tight in your grasp,
I let my heart bleed into yours.
We ran together through the scarlet leaves,
our dance tinged with memories of gold.
You showed me the starry night,
the seashell warmed by the sun,
the bumpy edge of a lizard’s back.
I showed you the edge of time.
Still we giggled and breathed in the wide open sky,
as it dripped into our lungs
wrapped in sparkling silver threads,
laden with love’s pure promise.
I dream to be rescued
but only as a brown speck
floating in the soft moss-green of your eyes,
so I may see what I’ve always known to be,
I am you and you are me.
A beautiful child.