The stars have turned cold 
awaiting their chance to shine 
shrouded in clouds watching the child 
swaddled in hope and fear 
crossing the desert 
braving the sea 
lullabied in a bomb shelter –
a mother wearied by the wake 
father haunted by the absence of a ghost 
spirit sibling sings a note 
falls silent snuggling the dark 
the sky shivers

The sky shivers
angels like dust descending 
searching with terrible eyes 
for peace on earth
there one whispers
there between the beat
of one heart and another 
between contractions after birth 
between the gasp and the cry 
there if for a moment they should glimpse it
the memory would last them for eternity