I will give you these eyes a gift of tears sea sky, storm, lightning, a newborn infant’s first reach. Behold the delight of migratory whales, flocks of yellow birds a single blue feather held by mud. May you follow sacred patterns of footprints on endless trails. I will give you the sting of salt, smoke, absence, an empty canyon— the blur of galactic moonstones, stars reflecting a summer lake. May you discover glacier blue, crimson, viridian, aquamarine lemon, lime, tangerine, berry stains and blood. May you claim endless horizons of ever-changing light and shadow and follow rainbows, a raven’s obsidian wings. May you seek with soft focus the gaze of your beloved witness their smile, find them in a crowd of anonymity. Follow fields of wildflowers: lupine and poppy, paintbrush, trillium, until it’s time to close your eyes to rest, to dream.