Stars pass in the night sky,
Hidden behind a luminous green,
A dome to keep you dry,
Whispers of a tale about a babe to a teen.
Years will pass, the time unknown
A life born is not easy to tell,
As you yearn nothing is written in stone,
It is like making a wish at a well.
Love that bore you, a likeness you will find,
Something new, blue and borrowed
A match of hearts forever as one bind
A baby blanket awaiting to be sewed.
