To Vee and Young

It’s the grace with which you fall
Landing but never touching the ground
I’ve watched you pray while preying
It’s the hunger in your eyes
The thirst with which you call
Ringing hell and heaven
Now you emerge a saint
You ran so far, only to crawl back 360
When you wear your crown of stars
Your dress covers your bruised knees
When you open your mouth
It’s a rain of wisdom
Welcome to a new era
May your reign outlive the times
Long after the morning is gone.

A gentle knock on cold nights
silent but loud reminder
A shadow that shines more than a presence
For the past and future
A dream that keeps on breathing
Slowly gaining grounds
A basket to hold many eggs
Legend of wandering minds
Yours writes while others have long slept
Then your eyes shipwreck with thoughts
In all things gothic
Drawing from rivulets of simple complexities
Summoning the night so young.

Vera