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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