And you, Dear

Do dance away the black of night.

In twists and turns you alter,

To put the world from wrongs to right.

The many stars are your hopes pinned.

Beacons of shimmer, golden

But you ‘jackal the light’ and trust rescinds.

Striking maternal tales, EMBOLDEN.

Your youth has an itch,

That only Nox can scratch.

And so slurp after slurp

‘Hard knocks’ of Vodka line your hatch

At the dawn of a pale cast

Blue. After hours squeezedinaroom

Stilled are the trees, calmed by light breeze

As flocculent clouds chase you allthewayhome.

Neologistic warrior,

Who runs and laughs like you?

You. Are. Special; you radiate ‘the new’.

As scuffs reveal the exploits of your playshoes.

The hyena’s jagged hand, tempts you still.

Go 'nunights'. Rest, and breathe and repeat...

Who creeps the worn stairs, in those yawnful hours?

Not once do you fail, to caress the creak

Of that

Splintered

First

Step.