Beating of the Stars

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Wooden Path Star Scape

Abandoned night after night,

weeping  in your sleep.

Never that far to start,

I hear your sobs beating on the stars.

I know you can’t hear  me, 

but I love you.

And, in case  I never told you,

I’m proud of you.

Your shoulders straight; your will ironclad.

I know you can’t see me,

but I’m here.

I wince before the sorrow

Face of woman with cracked skin

lining your face,

remembering the child

wakened from a nightmare.

You crawled long before your walked,

then running before long.

You will run again,

crumbling mountains one by one.

Your strength a shelter to innocence.

Your arms a safe harbor for love…

You can’t hear me,

but you’re loved as

when you were first born.

You can’t see me, but I’m here as

you take your first steps.

Playing

©2016 Brenda Baker

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