From this time today, the day the air touched your moist skin first, I loved
you.
Your sharp, unbearably beautiful screams, your first cry, sliced through
the hot and humid air sparing short echoes that awoke our life.
Before you and I came to be I prayed for us both and when we did I held
your hand and vowed to walk you through life.
I showed you a hill to which you could fix your eyes and have all your wishes
given.
Together we dragged our sack of troubles to a cross where it was
most needed in its mass and from then we learned never to worry about tomorrow.
I held your hand and kept you still when fear came snarling and
barking, forcing you to flee.
Together we shot down the vultures above you
that belittled and felt not your significance.
We ordered to the deep oceans the mountains that stood between us
and our dreams, we smiled as we watched them sink into the deep
blue letting the sun melt our impossibilities to possibilities.
While standing at the crossroads of life I was the inner voice reminding
you to follow the drumming of your heart.
We helped each other ambush and tame the most fierce of dreams and
rode on them to a brighter forever.
Together we held the sword of
faith and dissected through hopelessness and carved out the best of odds.
We found an endless ribbon of red, right then we knew unmeasured
love was a scarce gift, the greatest of loves. Courage grew as wings on our backs and
soared us through dark, thick clouds.
Through the highways we came to we picked crops of wisdom that we
found and filled our pockets knowing we'd need them for all life's journeys.
With you I voyage on seas of negativity and ride the wildest storms.
No one is as proud of you as I am. I love you.
Happy birthday.
