Unsplash photo by Bill Williams

Eclipse

The moon ran her fingers through
the tendrils of your hair
and kissed your temple
as she said soon
the sun will shine on you my child,
remember the night from whence you came.
The secret seed cast amongst the stars
dust borne upon the breath of angels.
My soft light cast
will soon be eclipsed
by your bright light
and remembered only
as the day slips into cool darkness.