dancing through my dreams
a mother’s tears are slowly shed
bathing the early infant
in unconscious tales of dread
the melancholy began to eat him
her woes displaced his mind
and 'twas years before he’d understand
the reasons why she cried
a son and a sibling lost
forever to be displaced
though not always incomprehensible
from the day he began to trace
that her silence was meant to protect him
and of her pain she could not speak
till one day he found forgiveness
and was woken from his sleep