Wishing To Arlene

I was not witness the night of your arrival
That night your majestic mother suffered in motherly pains

I did not see the starry sky that evening
Under the sky you came to earth

I didn't see the dragonflies coming from moonlight that night
In that light you first smiled

I did not see the moon in the deep heart of the night
That moon sang in the rhythm of your luminous cry

Maybe on the day of your arrival
The rose that bloomed in my garden,
The butterfly that danced,
The birds that sang,
That cloud angel gave shade
Everything was for you
Maybe the muses floated in the virgin river by saying
- "Happy Birthday to you"

05.05.2020
Copyright © | Year Posted 2020

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