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| Dorothy Lathrop |
Dark Daughter lit by the Stars,
Lovingly surrounded by Grace from Afar,
From the Abyss She Emerged...
A Being of Sweet, Tender Love
Little Girl on your Cosmic Throne,
Playing peek-a-boo with the Inner Planets,
Hide and seek with the Gas Giants,
Giggling away in a game of Celestial tag.
Sweet creature, Brave warrior,
My Precious Cosmic Paradox.
Her Skin Lit from the Glow of Worlds,
Her Bright eyes Gleaming,
Like the most precious Pearl.
Holding hands with the Universe,
A little vortex doing her dance,
And all of the Cosmos watches,
In Absolute Silence,
Entranced.
When she's sad, worn, ragged, or just tuckered out,
She comes back home,
and lays her head on a Lap with no Form.
Tucked in Her Blanket of Stars,
Awake only in her dreams
My little Daughter of the Dark,
Falls asleep...
To the sound of the Universe's Heart Beat.
Silver anklets tinkle on tiny black feet,
Dancing in the Darkness,
Reality Woven from A Little Girl's Dream.
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