Dream Child

Dream Child

Tiny hands reaching out with fingers seeking upturned faces.
Satellite above but looking down in awe.
Are you mine? You feel like a part of me somehow.
Like my very flesh, my essential self.
My gray eyes gazing back,
My red hair adorns your brow.
They say I can have you,
Have a second chance,
A chance to redeem a mistake.
How wonderful, to give birth,
Solely from the mind.
Incubation without ovaries.
I yearn towards you,
Reaching out so far,
Running after those who hold you.
You just get further away.
Then my eyes open and daylight is bitter.