Dawning Creations

They’re eternal, irrevocable,
your words,
your influence,
your strength

Could be by mistake,
but you’re my saving grace,
my protector,
my safe place.

You’re the eyes of the fire,
immeasurably warm
as the sun slinks behind the mountains, ending every day.

You’ve become the flame,
swallowing anything that gets in my way.

You’re infinite
as your green eyes flash before me,
meeting me at my most tender of days.