Saturday, August 31, 2013

Pale Star

(Lines written in recollection of a young girl born premature)

Pale star
Shine bright
Reach far
This night.

Sleep well
Sweet child
We dwell
Beguiled.

You came
Part-termed
Your frame
Scarce-formed.

Life’s lease
Restore
Else cease
Implored.

Your breath
So faint
Cheat death
Blithe saint.

Glass dome
Your cot
Enthrone
Our lot.

They said:
‘Don’t be’
Instead:
Be free.

Half-form
I sense
Twice-more
Intense.

‘Gainst all
You are.
Ne’er fall
Pale star.

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