precious

lucky you, lucky me,
both of us are ahead of ourselves,
will the entire house of cards
crash in on itself,
leaving the thinnest of messes?
or will some stunning rectification be
embarked on, eventually resulting in a new
adaptation of our little tottering creation?
because i think he is fine the way he is

he goes marching on and on,
what is absolutely certain is that his
happiness comes right out of the sky,
and that we should receive it with open arms

his world has been spent metamorphosing
into something gracious and precious,
he knows that there is hope for him someday