The night has settled for a long time already,
I have found refuge there, in the plight of the steady.
Against the world for its noise and filthy commotion,
On the pillow I rest, while I listen to the earth’s motion.
I have found the parade, which offers me the mystery:
The inside of my mind, muddled with lessons from history.
Your pale face shines bright through the shades,
And calls me your daughter while nuzzling my braids…
My friend, my glow, who comes to me in peace,
Ushers with sweet silence and instances of caprice.
Tempestuous rage, for a long time I have borne,
Brews like Mount Vesuvius asking Pompeii to mourn.
In the shadow of her grace, a harmonic lull is heard,
My angst evaporates, like spilled spirit on lard.
From my head to toe with moonlight, you smother
As I find in you my one true mother…
