I kissed my daughter's forehead.
She slept through the love.
Oblivious to the prayers hopes dreams,
I sent up with the pursing of my lips, the intent of my heart.
I can't help but wonder how many silent blessings have been released,
like floating lanterns of love.
Millions + billions, I suppose.
And look, here's another, expressed on the breast of this dawn.
For you.