New Child

Wrapped like a papoose In those dark, damp Fog shrouded nights, I can feel you whisper “We will meet again.” And this time you’re showing off, Your translucent skin Glistening in the moonlight Like an unending sheet of Silken eternity. Do you miss me, as I miss you? I believe you must, Yet... Now you’re a new child visiting this Old block, One with the stars now, Sending moonbeams and fairy dust, Blowing through the galaxy, Back and forth you go Like a rising then Setting sun, Brighter than an Olympic torch, Not caring at all about those Births of yesterday.