Son.

Thousands of promises cast from the sky.
I sit and watch as you twist and turn, try to set free.
There's a look in your eyes, that I know is only for me.
The sound of your breath as you softly breathe me in.
I close my eyes and wish I could have half the warmth I did then.
Circled index fingers into our palms, lean in for a kiss but I fall into space.
Propelling us into something so great.
I can't see a week in front, or feel a week back.
I don't want anything but that moment, transfixed in crystal with goblets of harden lace.
The way your eyelashes reach, and the smile drawn on your face.
Something reminds me, when I see the shooting star I wished on that night.
That all will be well, and all is all right.
Press into me and rock me so slow because I've forgotten how to stand.
Sway back and forth, it's the waves brought me here.
And the tides that will bring us back up. Slow... warmth... breathe.
With our son in my arms.

-Saree Mcclaran