She danced in the sky snatching stars
that fell to the grass by the Way
cradled in Earth’s watery arms
in the absence of light from the day.
She played as the evening deepened
by Heaven’s great river on Earth;
she shone in the dark like a beacon,
igniting the air with her mirth.
Her boundaries were the expanse
of Heaven, but each frantic light
that fled from her presence was clutched in her hands
and kept from the dance of the night.
‘Till she sat by the water, cast open their bands,
and watched as her lights filled the sky.
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To my Newborn Daughter
Gentle evening light
amid the drawn white curtains
bends to kiss your cheek
and lingers
softly on closed eyelids.
You squeak
a muffled sigh
and stretch your sleepy fingers
They curl over one of mine.
In the stillness of the night
beneath the drawn white curtains
I bend to kiss your cheek
and linger.