if you aren't human
then what are you?
if you aren't touchable, then when can i see you?

in my dreams you will come to me
riding on the back of the silver colored pegasus the little girl wants for christmas
you will never have touched your lips to chocolate colored papers from a country whose name only holds 4 letters

heavy with knowledge but not weighed down by the brunt of who you are and how you came to be
you will be beautiful with skin toned for love
tinted bronze by the same sun to which i have prayed for warmth for all these years
you will be born of a king whose name you call daily
giving thanks with your whole self

[work in progress]