The things we give to change
are yet unaltered
although they are so changed
when studied by the hearts clear eye
untricked with times capricious lights

this hand, although it is a mans
carries and is carried by a child
which unforgets the new gifts of its' grasp
the first held joys
the textures of its' skin

and though this way has oft been run
9 1/2 miles from fey dreams final sleep
i fearlessly will raise you to the heights
so as to capture stars as spoil
and love you as the only first loved thing