(Home from the daisied meadows where You linger yet...) __________________________________________
I wish to hear your voice in the blue of our skies
I wish to pinch your cheeks and hear the whispers from your lips,
As soft wind to my ears.
Reminds me of when we used to count the hairs of my head
The journeys we both went for, have added times to our calendars
Life's impatience triggers me to send pleasure-birds,
Past the unending skies in great paces towards the Western hills... They bring me your gallery
I see us sitting on shoreless seas facing our distant suns
I feel the endless romances that blended us with the moonset at starting
The silent voices I hear, still, will live with me.
The loveliness of your soul, is a want of Mother to see Son again.
I will sit among the many stones whose rocky scents savour our artless souls
That yearn for a new picture of our shadows cast on walls.
I Smile amid cries
My Hope... I will see you again.

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