A child is a fallen star,
Lost on its way to the sun,
Following the beaming lights
Of women with planets and cities
Within their wombs
A teardrop is a lost ocean,
Exploring deserted features
Creating mountains and valleys
Planting seeds of resolve,
Reaping a wilderness,
Through faces once conjoined.
A man is a lost child
Who has learnt to swim
Through rivers of his own making.
Towards the reflection of the lights
From women standing ashore