Two Blue Eyes and A Table

So I'm searching through the archives trying to re-post something for my weekend readers because I'm coming up empty in the blog post department when suddenly I look across the table and see two blue eyes in a chair. And magic. Oh yeah. Magic.

Happened right here in the castle.

"How old are you?" I asked

"Five."

Right.

'Cause I swear he has some aged old wise man hiding behind the blue with a wrinkle of secrets and mystery that only I can see

and I wonder if he sees the pool of love welling up in my eyes and sliding down my face and praying praying praying that he lives long and hard and beautifully wild enough to look at someone else this way across an unsuspecting table and see what I see and gather into himself what I breathe into my heart when I look at him 'cause I'm here to tell you that it stops me in my tracks and I can't help myself nor do I want to from allowing every bit of sacred innocence when I see that face and I wanna say go back go back go back for just one day 'cause there's power in that place

and I know you can't see it

but I do