Brooke Gale LouvieR

It’s about time for a new life to see

the world anew

to see through that life

precious and in awe

you see, I’m afraid I have gotten old

not in body but in soul

the beauty which used to make me gasp

hardly makes me turn my head

you see, I’m afraid I have grown accustomed to

soft nights

wind warm and fragrant

changing colors and lines in the sky

it feels too ordinary

I hardly open my eyes

I make things mundane in my head

and forget miracles moments after they happen

I know a life with no magic

is hardly worth another day

I need your new eyes to see

I need your tiny hands open to all the world

every thing will once again be new

I know what you will bring

and I in the whole world will be better for it