As it was...

If memories and dreams were gifts
the donor could dispense at will,
I'd send every shining moment
I have every lived to you -
the alchemy of innocence,
the magic seed of revelation,
cosmic intimations as drab chrysalis
gives birth to mind;
the sea and the horizon manifested
in a child's clear gaze -
(I'd send you my first glimpse of them,
to bathe in blue pristine, sublime);
the tutelage of clouds
in metamorphosis, impermanence -
gentle semblances who bear
their mutability so well;
the cinema of skies - those myriad
hosts of light, the stars in flight
that emulate the sands by day,
strewn shell-fragments of pearl by night.

I'd offer you the inner sanctum of my heart,
still new, still whole, and the invisible,
the pure diapason of my soul,
because I know you'd recognise
the star-child sheltering within,
because I know love's vision
spans the wilderness, the temporal…