To a Mother Waiting
Under a moonlit sky the calmness you long
Is slowly breathing in your heart a cool desert
Is longed by the warm wind is blown by time.
A long still surviving road ahead
And the road a high grade of shadows is gray
And the night above a quiet landscape.
It is how the moon can see you now.
Tomorrow the sun will long for you
The longing that you were the long deep
Breathing that you were or nothing about the glare
Of the moonlight could ever make you see
The soundness of waiting
Upon the road the sun
Will singe on a thin earth.
Copyright © Virgilio Rivas | Year Posted 2006
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