Somewhere a baby wakes
stretches arms to the sky
blood speckled with flecks
of my dna and spirit
I cannot hold nor see him
I cannot hold nor see him
separated by barriers of
hatred and indifference
Somewhere a baby wakes
and though I cannot hold
nor see him – I feel him
running in the fragrant grass
of an endless spirit savannah
sliding through my veins he
sliding through my veins he
or she laughing in the curve
of my arms – our eyes shimmer
hearts pulse together -
Somewhere a baby wakes
stretches arms to sky and
souls meet
inseparable
inseparable
I can feel the loving heart, separated by distance and circumstance. I love the image of the child running on the savannah, and LOVE "souls meet inseparable." Yes, they do. And, in time, face to face.
ReplyDeleteSad separation. It's palpable.
ReplyDeleteOh, Pearl. This is lovely. Poignant, heart-breakingly so, but lovely.
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