today, you lay under
a blanket of stars
dreaming of wonder.
a starchild you are,
your breath a rhythmic
twinkling of your heart.
tonight, you stay still
while your parents kiss
and embrace you to feel
locked in a tight embrace,
the night, the cold,
share with you their grace.
all along you are asleep.
and if by chance you wake
from your rest so deep,
you shall know that
to gaze up at your blanket
of stars, is to but
snuggle as you are
kissed by the cold
and the dark
and echo sweet murmurs,
breaths of comfort.
all this the universe
does to make a child,
hundreds, continually,
under its blanket of stars.