For Zach On His 25th Birthday

In my mind's eye I still see him running down the beach, Little arms flailing as if flying was in reach, white-blond hair a mass of curls, ringlets of spun gold, in my mind's eye I still see him as a toddler, two years old. How he loved the ocean then, how he truly loved the sea, leaving tiny little footprints when he was two, or maybe three. In my mind's eye I still see him running by the shore, in my mind's eye he will always be three, or maybe four. In my mind's eye I still see him as if time had never passed (though that fantasy is broken by any looking-glass), Soon, he will be married on that beach where he still runs in my mind's eye young forever building castles in the sun. In my mind's eye I still see him, when I was young and felt alive, those days slipped by so quickly and now he's twenty-five. Time flew by as quickly as he once flew down the sand, in my mind's eye he's a baby in reality, a man.