Modest Reach

You've grown, you've grown, my little budding blue
and precious child. Days have passed, and years
have fled beyond my reach, my modest reach,
to places far and shaded, distant fields
of thought and long since faded. Both your blue
and seeking eyes, which once were meek and pale
have swelled to oceans, welled and crested tall
and held at full their highest peak, about
and lately blooming, bold, abound to broad
and deepened heights.

And such astounding sights
those pearls will soon behold- of dawnings doused
and lit, from East its quiver taken, held
and drawn, released upon its Western arch
while skyward trailing long its lighted locks.
A world of distant deeps and needing, dawns
a-loose and steeped in stars cascading, cast
against a sun and sky asunder, down-
ward dropped and bleeding; such astounding sights abound
the world shall wield.

Before I fade to fields
beyond your modest reach, recall the days
where long we lain on Summer's salted sand,
our imprints long since washed away; recall
our Autumn marches, brave you led as close
I followed, guarding sure your every step;
if only brief, of Winters spent on white
and hilltops cold, to you they stood like tall
and covered cliffs! My growing blossom, blue
and blessed, for just this instant know- that since
your Autumn bloom, a month nor day,
nor hour broke bereft of true my deep
undying love about you bound and bent.