4 u

My mother, the queen of my heart, Reigns in my sky like a moon, Pulling the tides of my senses, Lighting the paths of my dreams. All melodies hence will play subtly Against this first, dominant theme That will turn their most delicate graces Into harmonies they'll never hear. Nor can I visit the garden Where once I lay wrapped in her arms. The doors of the past will not open Though I live 'neath a dome of pure joy.

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