Poetry

There is time when you just need to follow
Your little daughter, going anywhere she likes
Climbing a narrow path that leads you to a hill, the playground of tele-tubbies
Or sailing in a big ship to an island of color, where the sun and the moon
Will rise anytime she wishes.
Perhaps the sky will be blue, spotted with some white clouds
Perhaps she will burst in happiness
As you once burst into laughter
Then you will see her dancing on the curve of a rainbow, like a little angel
Singing and singing, till tears drop from your eyes.
She will fly down to fetch you, bring you in a moonlight train
To a place you have never visited even in your dreams

ALY D MUSYRIFA

MOTH WINGS

I wipe your tears with cloth of silken thread.
Would woes, from weeping, lose their bitter sting
While moth wings scatter dreams about your head.

Your silences don't hide what's left unsaid.
They fashioned lies. To these you mustn't cling.
I wipe your tears with cloth of silken thread.

Night holds no dangers, darkness holds no dread.
Your quiet soul knows all the notes to sing
Till moth wings scatter dreams about your head.

Let there be hope for our shared days ahead.
The coldest winter must give way to spring.
Let's wipe your tears with cloth of silken thread.

The Luna, when his beating wings are spread
Reflects all light the depths of night may bring.
Thus moth wings scatter dreams about your head.

Sweet rest, my Love. I send you swift to bed
With soft caress, as though with powdered wing.
I wipe your tears with cloth of silken thread
While moth wings scatter dreams about your head.

SEBASTIAN PIQUETTE