Neptune
Birth
Swirling storming torrents
they rage through my mind
leaving in their wake
the decaying, water logged bodies
of burned out stars.
But two little eyes
shine so bright
it brings a tear to mine.
The child's hand
is just the right size
to hold my universe.
He was baptized in the sunrise,
and I held his mother’s hand;
Speechless.
The sunrise from here,
so far from the sun,
is the brightest I’ve ever seen.
Together
we know its beauty.

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