Softly Slaying Dragons

long before i was the grain of an idea you were radiating warmth in large doses everywhere you watched, stirring two pots boiling over right before your very eyes two vines grew in spirals from your hands, bearing a resemblance

and kind of like a boomerang you threw me out of sight knowing i'd be hurtling right back to you sipped like fine wine these moments gratify more and more as both of us grow older and more alike

stop and gather me up as this messy life is spilling from my grasp you're in my mind, and you're telling me it's never wrong to cry and if i'm kind, you shoud know where i learned to be and if i'm brave, watching you softly slaying dragons made that possible for me