Somniloquies

Long overdue and horrendously supplied. Possibly a rough draft if it is hated.
For Rex.

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When first you part those hued
lips, and slit your unknown eyes,
know that the penumbral day will
shift.
Soon, rockets will suspend before
you and glimmers shall dazzle
and sweet sounds will work their way
down your wind pipe.

The trees beyond the window
will bloom for you
today, tomorrow, every day,
for you make them your own
as soon as those tiny, windowed disks
blink and focus.

We are all caked in our bodies
-saturated-
but you, small one,
you will grow and stretch
and slowly find your fingers
and toes, and that,
in some ways, is the true
awakening: the discovery of syllables
and an enticement onto wobbly legs.

Dear, understand that
livers sometimes grow forth
from bodies,
and days pass like flippant memories,
and wars, they break out
like a plague across the country,
but it's all matter-of-fact.
Someday soon, it will all wash away
and dawn-circles will once again find your windowpane.

Somniloquies, dearest.
Warmth and surrender.
Let the ocean take your breath.