Child's Longing

Hush, sweet child.
They will be here.
Cease your whining
There's naught to fear.
Beauty sleeps
And theirs is near
Nevermind
Time's forc-ed spear.
Innocence
in eyes has changed
Preconceptions
are rearranged.
But they'll be here
Through those estranged
features in time
that arrive deranged.

Hush, sweet child
All will be right.
Cease your whining
It darkens the night.
On and off
with dark and light
Yet we know not
Who wins fate's fight.
Sleep in time
To dream of those
Who were met first
with angel's clothes.
They will not mind
I don't suppose
So rest, my child
In time's repose.

18/09/2008

The picture I included is relevant to how I felt when I wrote this poem. To quote my emotions at the moment: "without life I am a wilted butterfly, without my star I am a drone. If you would only now be part of me, I would not quite be so alone."