To Carly

Carly,

It saddens me
To see my precedent
So often set by
Those to whom life
Is a game,
A hunt -
And they the hunters.

I hope these keytooth lines
Each find a tumbler in your mind,
Push back the bars of that vault
So its lock can freely turn,
Releasing all the dream-things within.

By connecting the dots
Of soft white light -
Stars
In your constellation
You have shown me -
I see parts
Of a picture
That give me hope
Of seeing its entirety.

Love of an unidentified sort,

Eldon