You

You paint the

empty corners

where sunlight

spikes the shadows.

Who am I

to understand

your truth?

You nightly

stroll through

dream,

my child:

at least once

you were

now grown

in beauty.

We talk

in whispers,

eons

separate & rent

our structure.

You hide:

an enigma

to me.

Your cells

still circulate

my blood,

& yet

like mountain

peaks we gaze

but never broach

the distance.