Delve, my dreamer into vast landscapes
and forswear yourself to never wake
a smile that laughs in dance and sings
one that wonders wildly at all things
you fly from frost when the world's cold
to catch changing paths as they unfold
leaves kept green, untamed, your wilds
I love your wisdom, my knowing child

I am a shadow of a thing, mewling many years, to find the here and now
I wept and passed the days, until I took this form. set within a mold I never thought to make, but the months did soldier on, one upon the next
until nothing of that me, could sense he had been born. though I surely am and always was, this thing I call myself