My World is My Mother

My World is My Mother

A Poem by Half Dream

I would like to hold you between my eyelids to stop make you agonize.
I would like to pluck the pain out of the roots inside you.
And plant the seed of hope in your heart.
I would like to make from the sky a rain that drunk your thirst in life.
I would like to make from the ground under your feet,
flowers that smiles once your feet touch it.
I would like to make from the stars
a caravan in order to illuminate your ways.
I would like to kiss away your wounds.
I would like you to see that my insistence to stay alive is to take every age of you that you passed it for me..
The whole universe fades in the fall of your tear,
I would like to catch it in my heart
before it fails from your eyes.
I would like to make from my lap your safety refuge.
Those are my hands mom,
Please hold it strongly,
To lift you out of the pain
Those are my eyes to guard you.
This is my heart,
it's in your hands
Those are my ears,
they're deaf from the world except your talks.
This is my tongue,
it swore to never make you mad.
Those are my fingers,
are trembling to write for you..
This is my lips,
it will always whisper your love..

© 2015 Half Dream

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Added on January 29, 2015
Last Updated on January 29, 2015