Letter to Friend

You caught sunlight in a bottle inlaid with tin foil,

Danced with a smoldering fire to the dirge of the waning light.

I wondered what it would be like to see the world with eyes as bright

As your's.

Truly the world must be larger somehow, full of mystery and wonder as vibrant as that bruise on your forehead when you came crashing into that corner wall of my hallway.

You seem to run into everything headfirst.

Possibly because your head comprises the majority of your body weight

Newborn,

gotta see everything with your own eyes first.

Sometimes it brings you a little closer with reality

And walls

Than you'd probably like.

Or than I'd probably like.

At some point I think your coloring book bled into mine,

I think I must've accidentally spilled water on the whole thing.

Possibly beer.

...Probably beer.

Now there's sort of a giant, wet, mess of color laying here

Can't quite figure out what those pictures were supposed to be in the first place.

It's kind of pretty in a way,

My blues and grays with your hues of crimson and primrose

Like flowers on a rainy day.

You're like sunshine.

You caught sunlight in a bottle inlayed with tin foil,

Then danced with me to a dirge of the waning light.

Maybe one day I'll see the world with azure eyes as bright

As your's.

Until then, dear friend.