Fair Hermia
The pain of losing you is laid to rest
By a childish arm, thrown about your neck
And a child's voice that susurrates your name
Over a windless sea
And in the garden where I stand
Naked my body to the night
And the magnolia blooms unseen
I choose a star, the furthest one
And call it friendship.
But all the others bring me comfort too
Star crowns for childish heads
Bright legends, witnesses to what has been: a jewel
A glory; a belief.
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