Crown

I will slow
to see the day
wrapped up in
gold and emerald,
a crown among other
more treacherous days
that I can barely remember
here in the promise of another
life. Your smile is the warm sun,
and your eyes are the sea-blue sky
covering up all my fear and doubt,
blanketing me in the hope I barely
afforded myself until now.
You change the rules,
teach me another
way to breathe
and I will slow,
to see you
face to
face.