For You

Oh seedling child,
Of unfolded steel and untouched paints,
You are the morning dawn.
For you, I will break the ice,
Cut through the brambles ahead.
For you, I will stretch over the mud,
And light the lamp above.

I give you my heart,
Still bleeding from the world’s crucible.
I give you my shoulder,
Long strengthened under the emptiness of night.
I give you my hand,
Firmly against the back of your carriage to push you where you will.
I give you my ear,
Forever listening to what must be heard.
I give you my tongue,
Speaking what must be said.
Lastly, and most constant of all,
I give you my abiding love,
To warm you in the winters to come.

One thing I will not give,
One gift that shall not be bestowed.
Never shall I give you my mind.
Bloom, my rejected, peerless flower.
Cast a new color upon the spectrum.
I shall stand behind and bask in your emergence.