oh, son of mine..

in sleep untouched by the world’s raging

you rest, seeming unaware of what keeps me awake in the darkness.

but deep, in a part of you i cannot reach, you are aware of more than all of us. of the truths that really matter. if only you could speak.

so i wait, rocking quietly in time with your shallow breaths. tell me your secrets. tell me what you dream.

©2017