We all begin in magic,
in the awe and wonder we produce
coming back to Earth,
angels giving up their wings
to walk where His feet trod,
learning more in the first few moments
than we can ever hope to remember
in the rush of images,
in the beauty, in the splendor,
how colors in your iris render me helpless,
not disguising for an instant
there my universe lies
as shooting stars fly,
as light comes to the sky
as blue becomes the morning
and this Early Bird longs to fly
into your arms, within your charms
keeping us both safe from harm
within our own Inner Circle...
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