Two Sets of Blueberry Eyes

wide 

with wonder at the world. 

I wonder, 

when did my wisp of whimsy wane? 

When the nightingale whistles 

I whisper, 

“Wait with me, 

without worldly wounds. 

Wait 

while I watch. 

Wait 

while I keep you safe. 

Wait 

until you can weather the worst with wonder, too. Wait.”