She,
The wide eyed one
In whose eyes glimmer
A thousand golden stars,
Still dreaming of me
And listening to a lullaby of my
Heart.
She,
In whom shines
What does among the stars,
In her holds the power to
Give birth and kill
Time.
She
Whose voice sings the music of
Life,
Every whisper of hers
The wind to soothe the green of our
Homes,
Every tear of hers
A sword to bring down an Oak.
I tell my dear
You remain in me
Even when you are not,
For sometimes I stop my own heart
To listen to yours.
A life given,
If needed to be taken for
It.
Image courtesy: "Chalice roots" by Bernard Katz
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