Star Child
The time has come,
For the sun to set.
I become frightened of the night,
And what preys my presence.
But what’s this?
O, joy!
It is you, my moon, shining bright and full,
To light my way.
You take the sparkles,
From my eyes as I look up towards you,
And create the shining silver spots,
Known as the stars.
Then soon I’m floating,
Up towards you like a cloud.
I myself become a star,
But not just any star.
I am the Star Child,
The only star in your eye.
Copyright © Shelby Wood | Year Posted 2007
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