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IN THE ARMS OF THE KING
In the light of the morning star,
I was born to you.
You left me in the arms of the king,
While you enjoyed the lights of the city.
Sickness overtook you,
And you lingered at the stoplights.
Eventually caught by the law,
You were placed in a room for the lost.
If you were once behind bars,
Why did you go back?
I don’t remember you.
I don’t want your gifts.
Not your love, your hug, your kiss.
I have only one guardian,
And that is the king.
The small child giggles and squirms,
Looking up into the eyes of love.
She knows that she will live in his dreams.
And the guardian carries the child home,
Walking over the horizon,
Searching.
- Carmen C. Wunder
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