Mapping the veins on eyelids
A subtle lattice work of blue life
softly breathing, indifferently beating
a gentle pulse lifting skin
a rare moment of honesty, deliverance
found only in the frame of a dream
An exchange of minds would leave us breathless
Speechless, for here words have no bounds
no meaning, other than that which we bestow
delicatelydownward
a path is traced
Along the creeping blue
past through the notches of your spine
a path well known
never to be lost upon
My child. My life
Deep in a wish of denial
what i wouldnt give
to trade with you
A gift i tried to give
.but i was never good at sizes
my darling.mydear
If only i could
exchange once more
i promise i would get it right.
Instead, they tell me
its time to let go
to you my child-
the first ill never know
and so she slept
in sweet fragility
almost breathing
and so i wept
with subtle bravery
almost living.