Bidoon - 'without' Undocumented

The moon carried you here
Held you, chest-deep, above the waves.
You pointed to it, your compass
Told others to focus, to keep faith
It's light kissed your hair as you removed your soaked clothes
It tried to warm you as you shook

You are bidoon, without
And yet, the most 'with' I have ever met
You overflow with love, with strength, with hope.
A cruel world left scars but you turned them to golden veins.
And so now, more beautiful for the breaking -
Mercifully fixed in gilt -
you glow, you shine,
like the moon which brought you here.