Dedicated...
If I had wings, I thought...

Sometimes when time is not scarce,
As I watch the sun set...

I am waiting
For the hand...

Usually on to the top of the house
I crept during those summer nights...

I miss my mother's lap
Where I lay my head...

When the heart beats wild and loud,
When vision sees it all around...

When I am gone, my love
don't be sad for me...

Through those turbulent waves I pass,
Reaching out my hand I look for a sign...

There lived a stone
All useless with moss gathered...

In a web of thoughts
Was a thought...

In the mirror glimmered the thing,
Moonlight simmering in the sink...

What is Sacrifice...
Ask a mother...