Gift

Gemstars fleck
the backs of your eyes
where you dive
when you’re sleeplooking
at dreams he’s clutched
inside his tiny fists.
I’ll sing you lullabyes,
and share them for you;
I’ll thread a loom
with skysilk
and weave
a moonsong blanket
to keep him dreaming.

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