Little boy,
With your face like the moon,
And your eyes like the stars,
And your hands all folded up like hinges,
Twisting slowly like a screen door in a sluggish breeze.
You see a world of holy dangers,
And a sky full of adventures.
You have a hunger to make the unknown familiar to you.
Keep this hunger child,
For I see a dream in your heart
And a tsunami in your mind.