Moonchild -- born
at the close of the year
in the cold and the dark --
you lit up the night.
Moonchild -- born
to an indigo sky
so bright in some ways
and so lost in your dreams --
your fresh perspectives
taught us a new way to see.
Moonchild -- raised
by the water's edge
floating, adrift, in a gothic sea --
you saw much more pain
than we wanted you to...
Moonchild -- grown now
radiant with loveliness and light.
1 comment:
Lovely, Diane.
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