Evan

About my nephew.

He looks up at me

Smiling with every bit of glee in world

His radiance bleaches out even the sun

So that no malice or melancholy

Could ever find permanence in him

He’s small for his age

And those disproportionate big blue eyes

Are somehow, just right for him

How they swallow up the world, and me

Silver-Blue as the low sky, but far more vast

Believing, believing… everything

Perceiving the world with the most beautiful

Innocence

Hair as white blond as the suns arms

But unable to reach those eyes

I call him Evan

He calls me uncle

And he listens to me

Not with his ears

But with those hypnotic crystal eyes

I know he only half understands my words

He needn’t know them yet, in full

I don’t want him to grow up

I wish him to stay as he is, as he will one day

Not now, now he wants to be big

He has dreams that dwarf the universe

A smile the heals unlike any medicine

And a mind as pure and clean as those ocean eyes

I do not want him to grow up, I know he wouldn’t either

And I know firsthand, because I

Still remember

And I see myself in him

A sort of time machine mirror

I was once like him

Naïve as a flower that blooms in a sidewalk chasm

Taking the world in, as it was

I do not ever want him to grow up

And become chained like a dog to reality

I don’t want that light to leave his eye

That light that persists even as tears stream down

That light which makes every day beautiful

That light that gives you a reason to want tomorrow

Because with that light you don’t need a reason

You are a reason

He looks up at me

Smiling with all the glee that ever existed

And I smile back

Hoping it lasts

Author's Note

It's a rough draft, please feel free to be as critical as necessary.

Reviews

[Sunny]

I have a thing for pretty blue eyes, and I have two little nieces, so I could relate to this and like it.