green boy,
dandelions in the midst
of blades of grass slicing the breeze
unpredictable,
growing everlastingly.

blue boy,
bright-eyed and beautiful
excitable and dazzling,
nearly incomprehensible.

like the clouds at the top of the mountain,
you're close, but never close enough
before i know it you'll be gone,
like falling leaves,
morning frost,
or rain dew.

i must remember that you are temporary
as am i.
like a butterfly,
you must grow
and i must let you go.