Child of light
Child of light
Fragile hands stain the glass,
Cup the tainted soul.
Child of moon keeps the wake,
Cleansing past the whole.
Bright specs of Moon’s desire,
Captured in the jars.
Hues of blue, flecks of green,
Fell from cheeks of stars.
Gypsy child guards the tears,
Skin as moonbeam bright.
Silver grey beckons thee,
Stare too tough to fight.
White fabric swallows through,
Hollow in its grave.
Dusts tarnish, smears it out,
Light shines through the crave.
Child of light cups desire,
Fragile in its hands.
To the mother ne’er known,
Moon her cradle mends.
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