Tamara

o Mother..

look at this book

this book

of tomorrow

this character

this flower

in perpetual bloom..

will she ever

find her way

to her home..?

will she

get beyond

this beautiful illusion

called time..?

Mother laughs

dear child

dear one

you really believe

don’t you

that this book

is no fiction?

Of course Mother..

like this

character

i too dream

of the time

away from

this dream

the day

of ‘happily

ever after’

the day

i return home

to dear Father

And where

be that home

Mother smiles

gently brushing

the strands

away from

the eyes..

the winds

continue

their song..

strumming

the strands

as their

musical accompaniment

Please carry on..

dear child

to where

do you wish

to retire?

i don’t know

the place Mother

or the co-ordinates

Ma

no direction

no path

do i know

all i know

is..

when i find

i will know

what

is my home

then out of

the blue

something

continues

in my voice

i don’t know

o Mother

if it

actually

is a place

that’s identifiable

for all i know

it may

be

just

a principle

the principle

that does not break

that keeps together

the principle

that is

my Father