an intoxicating perfume of wild roses
lingers in the valley
shades of green and blue
flowers that hang like
translucid droplets.
secrets live deep within there,
in the valley
there’s a tree with massive roots
they dig into the earth and search for the sea
where my mother lives now
transmuted in water, turtle, seaweed,
ashes of my ashes, dust of my love
my mother.
in the valley the flowers dream, white and placid
the brook dreams, serene in its liquid course,
I walk in silence and my eyes are green
and drowning in translucid droplets
my big brown eyes, sad as the eyes of a sad horse
they weep.
there’s a tree in the valley
its branches so long they touch the sky
the little ghost flowers around the tree
dance, for there, from the roots that grow into the water
a seed has come forth and reaches up
to the sheltering sky.
in the tenuous light, I see my mother
transmuted in greens and blues and wild roses
warm and witty, full of laughter, brave as she is, and kind
I see my mother in the eyes blue and green of my daughter,
bright as she is in a world without clocks
she is.
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