Witnessing The Start

It was a feeling of beautiful simplicity
Held tightly in my arms
A blank-slate made from stars

The whole world lit just a bit brighter    
Completely unaware he's already a fighter    
   
It was that place I'd seen once...   
A memory so distantly hung    
In the corner wraps of my complexities   

Something so simple...
Something so pure...  
Though it was a rush of an emotion
I'd never felt before
   
He took me to a place
Before all of the mistakes  
Before:
the bumps
the bruises
and trial-and-error scrapes

A clear brake
A clean slate
A canvas awaiting a fresh coat of paint   
   
Ten little fingers
Two little hands
Held my heart
With admiration demands  

In my arms 
Straight from the stars...

There's something so miraculous
About witnessing the Start