Your face like a moon in a lake
turns up to the sky and each
eye is full of stars like a galaxy-
you are your own universe, mind a
gravity-defying paradox of space.

Take time in your speeding
spaceship; let the burn slow while you
find your own feet-
you are only a child and
dear, there is a lot of time for
running, but right now life should
not just be a race.