Born

When I looked into your eyes
after you arrived, I saw galaxies.
I saw the eternity of indigo waters
through which we were all somehow
pulled in our own time; through which 
we all magnetically traveled, pushed
or pushing toward that wound of a door.
I saw that timelessness which doesn't
keep to one name, its old-young face
wrinkled and wizened as if already 
spackled with a biography of years.
We held out our arms to receive
you. We trembled from the joy
and terror of what we pledged.