Starchild

Starchild, shooting through the heavens 

like a comet...

Where are you heading?

Through the wormhole,

out into the galaxy, and then

to my mother's house;

beyond the trails in the sky...

I will follow my orbit,

the ellipse drifting at times

into asteroid belts, but 

home is home,

and my mother is there,

so I will move the stars

and find her hidden there,

and once revealed, 

joy in the heavens.

The voices in my head

replaced with her 

loving voice, ever 

soothing me....