Please take your time, baby. The world can wait.
It’s far too dark, and there’s a bitter chill.
“The owl, for all its feathers, was a-cold.”
That’s from a poem we’ll read together soon.
So much to come, baby, so much for you
when your unburdened face reanimates,
a million untold stories to unfold.
But now, my darling Charlie, keep asleep.
Under completely lightless skies, it’s only you and me.
When you look to me with enclosed eyes, I see what I need to see.
I must leave soon. My worlds don’t wait. Don’t stir.
Please take your time, so much will come in time.
These quiet moments in a roaring life
make up the core of everything I need.
At the dawn of igniting skies, it’s not just you and me.
But before your purpose calls on you to rise,
you look at me with
opening eyes. I see all
I need to be.