My mother, the queen of my heart
Reigns in my sky like a moon
Pulling the tides of my senses
Lighting the paths of my dreams
All melodies hence will play subtly
Against this first, dominant theme
That will turn their most delicate graces
Into harmonies they'll never hear
Nor can I visit the garden
Where once I lay wrapped in her arms
The doors of the past will not open
Though I live 'neath a dome of pure joy
(Yos Mo, 31 Maret 2010)
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