now here's to you, tomorrow

Dear you,

this is just to say that you are beautiful;

that the earth you stand upon is as old as time
and you are not, for you are simply a moment

a star shining sand speckled pillar of brilliance
for which we make up stories to tell our children.

I, too, began the journey of scholarhood ripe with
opportunity,
                                                  perhaps too many
good intentions, a loaded spark rather than a
breathing ember, looking up & out for the scorching
radiance that lay just below the skin;

This is not to say that yours will bear any likeness to
mine or that you are governed by any relevant principles,
only that we share more than you might think

—the present is a gift to us from the invariable past,
from us to the inevitable future,

to be held without expectation except to live vicariously
through the blissful momentum of experience. Even if

it doesn't mean much, I'll strike meaning like a match in
the eyes of a stranger, and isn't that all we can really
ask for? To leave it all better than when we arrived,

I'll leave the pickings of morality to you, know that you've
gotten this far already and you'll get there eventually,

when then is now & now is then

for now, you are this moment
and there will never be another quite the same

Sincerely