To a mother

And so you took in the end,
when dawn is presentiment,
your youth by hand

Not that you could define
a playground you’re confident with
But only follow the trace of divine

Now look at the music of your steps
How they dance with Her
And guide you to unexpected depths

Once you thought in desperation
That that joy under the trees
was only in a past of inspiration

That, in no way, that light so simple in your palms
Would solve the knots of your tears
To rise again in the blue your harms

‘Cause what you missed was in front of you
And your breath not strong enough
To heal the vastness of that kind of blue

But look at you now
Committed to life by something
That turns and blends you like a Tao

And neither She or you can but set the truth
‘Cause the silent ray that casts into each other eyes
that’s the world’s youth