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I.

You are not the first

The sun has kissed nor the last

But we will hold you and kiss you

Like the very first and the very last

No wind has blown through your hair

No ground has touched your feet

But you are in our every step

& all the air

You are still beyond time

But in our eyes you are already forever

Neither boy nor girl

We raise your tiny heart to the sun

& offer the promise of you to the sky

To the earth & to the wind

Let them bless those fresh first heartbeats

Those tiny knocks on our door

Born from courage

And the faith

Of this new soul called

You

II.

Before the beginning there was

A morning overlooking the Pacific

A small room with open windows

Sunlight softened by a veil of clouds

Before the beginning there was

A ring of coffee mugs on the bedside table

Silence of skin spreading through sheets

Eyes reading the movements of shadows

Before the beginning there was

A man and a woman with no map to connect

A chance meeting—A number

On a napkin and the first phone call

Before the beginning there was

Paris and pain—There was the courage to love

The blind leap of faith not so blind after all

Before the beginning

There was your mother—There was me

And all the false starts

That paved our separate ways

So we could find each other

Before the beginning

There was another world—A whole other me

Before the beginning

There was already you