Cherish the Awakenings

A single chime echoed through the hallways;
Who knew slippers could fly? And yet,
Fly they did through the many corridors
Until at last, breathless, I found myself in
the room of Sunsets and nervous smiles.
Her thick black hair was a maze of tangles,
doe brown eyes possessed of fear and confusion,
and yet when I blurted my greeting
and began to address her questions,
I saw the softness filter in over her gentle features,
and I saw the light and potential of this world,
the strength of a kind word,
the gratitude for a few moments of acknowledgement,
overcome the darkness of the unknown.
This is why I cherish awakenings; why I rush,
nay fly, whenever possible to embrace the faces of the future;
To impress upon them my likeness,
The same likeness far better women have impressed upon me.