The Arrival

A restless night.
The harvest moon,
with her ring around her,
revealing her power.
The mischievous wind,
blowing destinies,
Two collide.
The fourth day of the fourth month.
It was then,
I heard the clock beat,
In the distance,
in sync with my heart.
Oh mother,
Dear mother,
You knew.
The clock grew closer,
As I stared,
Entranced by the pregnant moon.
A gust of wind carried him to me,
At the first,
He was a voice.
A voice I knew,
Had waited for,
Since I first knew dreams.
The knock at the door,
The clock beat in my ears,
Then all was silent.
The eyes,
The face of a king,
The King of Clocks.
As the current stayed,
The clock was halted,
The stars leaned in to hear.
I knew heaven,
Smiling from ear to ear,
One touch.
My king is electric,
My sanctuary,
My comfort.
I laid at his feet,
And watched in awe,
He took my hand and smiled.
The King of time itself,
Stood me tall,
I stood beside a king.
We became Galileans,
Adventurers of the stars,
And I stood beside him in the milky way.
In his heart,
He made a bed for me,
Set about with twinkling stars.
And softly,
He played a ticking lullaby,
To sleep with the blanket of his smile.