Mother’s Touch

I capture the last gleam of my eastern prayer room
Golden it’s glimmer to guide me when shadows break the fences
Valley of mist resonate a melody in windchimes
Who invades the scenic land of this heavenly earth?
Who finagled that nick on my fate?
Who impales that rapier from behind?
Charlatans rave with no face or purpose
Behind the silkened visor of life and hollow
Silence empties its quiver of arrows
Nameless and aimless, images follow the earth
To find the magic of the nest of her weaver birds
Mission of life so noble when she tosses tremors
And springs with that seamless grace
Mirror of reflection not all glorious as it forged
Nonstop the ersatz plays a tune that of guile,
Holding the baton of cads against the ensemble of universe
A scar is carved forcefully to sliver my candid smile
Staggered, at once, with hidden tears
An ocean roared from the shores of hope
Earth in its tender hands like that of a mother
Embraced the song of solitude
Soil in her breath and fragrance in her heart
Irreplaceable, a mother’s womb…