Ice and Fire

I’ll tell you the stories of

your babyhood,

make them more mythic every time,

sneak a peak at you

in the rearview

in moments of synchronized laughter.

We set out before daybreak

to forge your spirit

with ice and fire,

to consecrate you in

an honorable quest,

your heart’s tongue thirsting for glory.

It’s all blades and boots

amidst the yawns and

waning stars and Starbucks. I wonder

what I missed in this morning’s dreams, and

we’ll never get it perfect;

that’s what makes it perfect.

For now it’s you in the rearview

and all of this life is still

I love you.

 10/19/04