I walk through silence
present and dense
descending dove
blanket me
There is no agony
by unmet desires
for You give me peace.
I hold my love's hand and he
tugs gently, blindly
Two shall become One.
the bed dips as I slip away
The bed dips as I sit
I hold my son's hand
stirred out of the depths he
tugs gently, blindly
my hand up to his mouth.
Kiss
Rising another step
to the Silence
Mom, why are you here?
To check on you, my sweet.
Thanks, mom.
There is no agony
by unmet desires
for You give me peace.
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