Thursday, 17 March 2016

For my cousin, the poet

The inky blackness embraced you
Like the flame embraces the moth
The stars were the only diamonds
You needed to adorn you
You were born knowing
Your true nature
And how to conceal it 
Behind enigmatic eyes 
While others strived 
To find their inner balance
Yours came as naturally 
As the sunrise in the morn 
None would have guessed your depths
Unless they were drowning in your wake
Midnight is your name, twilight is your time 
The shadows are your playground
Moon Child 
How can one born to darkness shine so?

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