A sleepful babe upon my chest
hides her soul,
eyes closed beyond the veil.
In rest, I think her a cherub
on an ascending flight
to the eternal light,
invisible beings carrying.
An unstrung kite
in a hallowing wind
toward the sun
she’s sailing.
Awoken, an adolescent of innocence,
iconic innocence,
screams in terrific fear of God
tearing the veil of dream
and wake.
Her six-inch sight reveals -
finally, her cries abate.
Hear what she has to say:
A sage of the sentry,
her limbs climb the air
opening her gated heart -
the uncut stone travels through her hair of gold.
A warrior of the wise,
her fresh cheek turns for
the milk of words
soon to be the meat of virtues -
she found the Mystery of Love in human disguise.
Even after all of this,
she still lies a babe with eyes unveiled
sleepless upon my chest.