My sweet little one, these sea days
are smaragdine. I feed time emeralds
to extend your birth. I nestle you
close though you float away from me
small dream to dream to dream.
Standing in front I see
all your suns. Breath unions us a
mist reared from tide. Like a tern
winged in breeze seeing only the yellow,
you soar— dream.
The sun is a darkness to sleep,
eyes not open. Float, dream.
I grant you my gems, my nights
so no dark moons wane
on your unbroken horizon.