Tuesday 23 December 2014

Mother

You are far from me
the pain is sharp
it cuts me
in the blue-dark of morning
I can't sleep
Where is my mother?
My soul mate
the one who sees
does she hear me now?
Barely lucid
I whisper half-forgotten lullabies
Let the winds take this
and bring it to your ear
Feel me

I am far from you
the pain is sharp
it cuts you
in the blue-dark of morning
You are restless
Where is your daughter?
Within your soul
I see you
I always hear you
Inside your dreams
I hear all of them:
your half-sung lullabies
Every wind brings you --
your voice into my ear
Always, I feel you

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