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
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THE CONE - ISSUE #5 - SUMMER 2015