STARCHILD

There's a beautiful soul
I met
in the moon's backyard
Making music
with the scattered fragments
of ancient stars
Unaware
how glorious he looked
in the serene light
Of the galaxies
spilling out of his heart

tonight  

Concentration
writ large 

in the knitted brow
on his gentle face
He sat
stringing drops
of his motley moments
into an exultant fate

MS