My Baby
(or: Mother of the Sky)
Baby there are those roads, believe it or not that feel
around in the darkness…that no matter where you are,
nor how old you’ll become, should something happen…
to you, my heart would be shredded, abandoned, collapse,
numb, it would burst—; you are the fulfillment of the soul,
crafted inside of me, by the hands of Jehovah—
I slept restlessly, in the sloping dark, before and after,
I gave you life—; confessions, I have none, but I know
when I saw you, I had swallowed the earth, the deep
hungers inside of me, collapsed, everything I need now
is buried, under the sun. How much I love to fly alone
in the rain, knowing you are part of the universe ,
part of me. So much ecstasy…Alone on the unused seas!
I am a mother that can feel her child through all time
and distance…I am the seagull that follows the ship,
in uttering small cries, to let you know, my long prayers
will follow you…my Baby! “Gail, you’ve become a mother
of the night sky—full of life, it all has come to this.”
No: 2800/1-23-2010
Dedicated to: Gail Weber (I hope I have captured, through Gail, the essence of the indefinable love the mother has for her child, that untouchable near magical moment that stare or glance, consciously or unconsciously into the wonderment of giving life to another and watching it mature, that only a mother has and can give, for her baby) by Dlsiluk (2.5)
Note: The Ghazal Form, developed in Persia around the 10th Century, (Arabic Verse), was brought to India in the 12the Century. Often used for music, movies, etc. In my case, I do not adhere to the strict pattern of the traditional form, which is in part five to fifteen couplets (perhaps seven will do, in my case six), repeated word or phrases have stipulations, and each couplet is about the same length and meter; each couplet is its own poem. The end couplet usually has a signature line. In all cases, I really abuse it for content and effect, but I like the style; an apology is given to those I may have offended with my loose usage of the style.
(or: Mother of the Sky)
Baby there are those roads, believe it or not that feel
around in the darkness…that no matter where you are,
nor how old you’ll become, should something happen…
to you, my heart would be shredded, abandoned, collapse,
numb, it would burst—; you are the fulfillment of the soul,
crafted inside of me, by the hands of Jehovah—
I slept restlessly, in the sloping dark, before and after,
I gave you life—; confessions, I have none, but I know
when I saw you, I had swallowed the earth, the deep
hungers inside of me, collapsed, everything I need now
is buried, under the sun. How much I love to fly alone
in the rain, knowing you are part of the universe ,
part of me. So much ecstasy…Alone on the unused seas!
I am a mother that can feel her child through all time
and distance…I am the seagull that follows the ship,
in uttering small cries, to let you know, my long prayers
will follow you…my Baby! “Gail, you’ve become a mother
of the night sky—full of life, it all has come to this.”
No: 2800/1-23-2010
Dedicated to: Gail Weber (I hope I have captured, through Gail, the essence of the indefinable love the mother has for her child, that untouchable near magical moment that stare or glance, consciously or unconsciously into the wonderment of giving life to another and watching it mature, that only a mother has and can give, for her baby) by Dlsiluk (2.5)
Note: The Ghazal Form, developed in Persia around the 10th Century, (Arabic Verse), was brought to India in the 12the Century. Often used for music, movies, etc. In my case, I do not adhere to the strict pattern of the traditional form, which is in part five to fifteen couplets (perhaps seven will do, in my case six), repeated word or phrases have stipulations, and each couplet is about the same length and meter; each couplet is its own poem. The end couplet usually has a signature line. In all cases, I really abuse it for content and effect, but I like the style; an apology is given to those I may have offended with my loose usage of the style.
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