A vision come true

I've been writing about you for years

And never was I able to truly put you in words.

I've been writing about you for years

And was always lost in an emotional herd

I've written about this for years

Because there were just scattered pictures with no clear image.

All I've done for you is write about this for years

Because now I can tell and not live in that age.

There it is, that vision finally come true.

This was as far in the past as I'd like it to be

I had a vision of you I then wished you could see.

I saw you holding a little girl, an infant first and then a young lady.

She was, sometimes, giddy with giggles, or just comfortably sleepy.

She would look at you and you would see yourself in her,

A part of your soul, a beating heart you birthed.

You would look at her, contented and happily tired,

Take her in your arms and fly her around your shared imaginary world.

There it is, that vision finally come true.

She would see through your skin and see your plain heart.

She would love you for all the shadows and brightness of which your life was a part.

She would have no qualms about teasing and calling you silly names,

But jump at anyone who would dare play with you any harmful games.

It quietened my heart to see this vision, however, it troubled it too

As I was never sure if, with the same clarity, I could see her look at me as she would you.

It was always uncertain if she would be mine,

But never so that she would be thine.

So, when, after all the trials and tribulations, I did see her in flesh,

The little one, in a peaceful dream, the way I had wished,

I wasn't too surprised to see her as a visitor and not family

And it soothed my nerves to finally see

That if you and I couldn't reach this happy ending

It still gladdens me to see you in a familiar happy beginning.

Now that it is here, that vision finally come true.

Look at where we stand, into what we grew.

You, with lives of your own, each snug in your arms

Enjoying the dancing spectacle, letting it wash over you like a balm.

While I take that vision, turning it into a beautiful memory,

I walk back into my life, what's grown so far away from what you'd seen.

We've lived on and continued to celebrate our lives further more

Cheers to having lived in a shared world and with that I must end your lore.