Forget Me, El Shaddai

The breasted one gazes upon the plain of silence

Looking through the naked world with looking glass
He sees the inner mysteries of human sin and pain
As we battle our miniscule sufferings in this wide space.

I am so tired, of life, of death. I want only to melt
In the softness of human flesh sinking deep.

Forgetting the pain of bringing you into the world
As life continues to rush by with the sounds of traffic
I recall your cries, your gentle breathing perfumed in my face
A door opens and there leaps your tiny hand into mine large one
I gasp, and clutch empty air. I want only you. But you are gone.
It was just a ghost. A dream. Goodbye, my love. 
Your mother’s breath beckons me to break my pledge of faith.

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