my shoes

Things you will or will not understand,

In time.

Takes time and time is in the making

and we so often forget that we challenged some limits already,

That we fought some fights and won after all

even if the ashes don’t burn anymore.

And all the world to tell you how it was,

in that unwritten written book of the ghosts.

My child,

you won’t know so well before I depart

You’ll be sketching your own pieces in the dark

You perhaps condemn and refuse

Please whatever you do, don’t walk in my shoes.

It’s been a billion light years away

She died in a mirror and lived when it seemed

that wanting is wanting not something you want

But clothes mater only because they cover the heart

But not heal what is screaming to close on its own

Some wounds are forgotten some better are told.

They laughed but only to chase them away -

The tears and the fears, the sun of the day.

It’s been long, it’s longer still but at least

From where you’re standing all is missed.

at least she decided to wear on a sleeve

 the shutter the battle the holy encounter.

my kingdom her begging 

for otherwise my child,

how, I wonder, could you have been here to judge?

night night I cherish your dreams

kiss mommy and don’t be afraid of your fears.