vision

I see a vision of a man.

In a look that evokes his soul,
In a smile that looks far too old.

I see what he has yet to become.
Behind the exterior of childhood,
Behind the innocence and play.
One day he will leave these traits behind.

And become.

Not too soon, our dear boy.

I can see it over the next horizon,
and if I could hold back the torrent I would.

Stay young…for now.