Mothers find their happiness in seeing
Others happy. Is this good or wise?
To hang one's happiness upon a being,
However loved, who sees through other eyes?
Even as such love may be a burden,
Remember well what lies behind the curtain,
Singing down through angel-freighted skies.
A mother casts her dreams into the sea;
We, the words sent bobbing towards the sun,
The eggs of stone, the shards of prophesy.
Because she must conclude her melody
And fall back to the sweet dark hush of One,
A mother casts her dreams into the sea,
From the distance of our separation
I see the whole of which I was a part;
I see the way my temper tore your heart,
And then the love beneath the laceration
Even though just recently we've met,
I feel you are to me a second mother.
Sometimes between one person and another
There is a strangely comfortable first fit.
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