The Cone Issue #6 Summer 2015 - Travel | Page 37

Gary David Johnson FOR SOFIA, UPON REACHING THE AGE OF TWO Already, you’re beyond calm lullabies― A gleam of soft blue flame sparks in your eyes Then, leaping into arms in loose-limb trust Bright bursts of sunrise curls fly free, untrussed Your boundless vision born of dawn’s surprise Our wisp-winged cherub: Wings, you will outwear Your artless eyes, too soon, will grow aware And so my wish, that there will be a day When fearsome sights which time has kept at bay ―Not just that you won’t see―they won’t be there 37 THE CONE - ISSUE #5 - SUMMER 2015