Soon after

Dawn’s scissors trim your new wings

Dusk’s frame encloses your dim silhouette

You walk towards my distant horizon

Then nestle in a corner of time, slumbering

I quietly light the evening candle for you

Your eyes open wide, letting me slip through the world’s threshold

I float beneath your eyelids in wine-red depths

Grant me leave to guard your garden’s sentinel

June’s mist brushes your cheek

You begin to gaze upon the enchanting view beyond the window

Stacking ticket stubs layer upon layer

While my green-skinned train slowly rusts away

Not long after

When you no longer need me

Is when I need you most