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.