I feel the wind bellowing and brandishing
I feel the enamour clamouring my heart
I hear the music exploding and rising
I see my Dear One sharing the pain, the troughs, the innocence of new love
I remember the wide eyes of my babes, their dancing their skirmishes with image, identity. Their little legs hopping, jumping, skipping.
And now their withered eyes hateful and cold
I see the reflection of Him stirring , pouring,dancing through pots and pans, stretching to reach that unknown texture taste sensation
All for me because He loves me.