Me and Charlotte play a pick-up game of Soccer in heaven, the day is done.
Hot sun and shiny sweat and matted hair, heavy breaths, we are having fun.
The poison pours out as we laugh and run and kick the ball on fresh cut turf.
The sweat takes the salt of tears and of life, evaporates away the sins of earth.
We grow young, clean and sweet, like before in those childhood summers past.
The light is back in her eyes, the softness is in my heart again; this time it will last.
Blue, blue sky above and the eye of the sun, and the days that will never end now.
I chase her down the field and she is fast and kicks it past the edge of the grass.
She cheers and jumps and blows me a kiss, full of fire and grit and indomitable sass.
She smiles as I retrieve the ball, and dribble towards her, welcoming the fight.
She smiles, wide and bright, as she tries to stop me now, and all is good and right.
Tonight, our mother the moon will kiss us goodnight with her silver incandescence.
Me and Charlotte will cuddle up close, pure and warm, death, loss cast off in obsolescence
I’ll kiss her head, bury my face in her hair, and we’ll share a dream of crashing blue water.
We are again innocent and soothed by Eden, a perfect son and her an unbroken daughter.