Ikon

Send a letter to the past
Pen an open gift forecast
Tell the tale of how you stole away
A dedication to the page
For the eyes of tender age
Who would long to look upon today
Keep it open, keep it in
Let it sink beneath the skin
As the cursive plots your fingerprint
Draw it over, draw it out
Draw the heart that beats throughout
Through a rhythm that you hold within
Send a letter to the past
Pen an open gift forecast
Tell the tale of how you stole away
A dedication to the page
For the eyes of tender age
Who would long to look upon that face so still
Before me now
A vivid ikon
In flesh somehow
Those eyes aflame
In whose sweet light
All sorrow passes
And bliss ignites
Draw me open, draw me in
Let me sink beneath the skin
Buried deep within your fingertips
Set me over, set me free
As for now alone are we
In a moment nothing can eclipse
Send a letter to the past
Leave the true portent till last
Tell the tale of how you stole away
A rumination from a sage
For a cub would fears assuage
Who would find repose upon that face so still
Before me now
A vivid ikon
In flesh somehow
Those eyes aflame
In whose sweet light
All sorrow passes
And bliss ignites
That face so still
Before me now
A vivid ikon
In flesh somehow
Those eyes aflame
In whose sweet light
All sorrow passes
And bliss ignites