My Child
One point of blue light
Descended from on high
Infusing the waters of my womb
Sapphire waters
That formed into the shape of you.
Blue child. Cool child.
How will I hold you?
Will you melt in this fiery world you’ve come to see?
Or will you simply come to me,
White blonde curls and blue eyes,
And rest your tiny hand on my flushed cheek
And gaze your cool breeze light into me?
Stay with me, my child.
My sweet child like rain in the desert summer.
My only child like ice hanging from the eaves.
My winter child, still and quiet, cool, serene.
Not melting though the world goes down in flames.
Freezing all Hells over in your gaze.