- Vol. 04
- Chapter 12
When do we stop remembering their names? Even in the vastness of despair I still search for my mother’s face. My daughter brought with her birds and turtles, trees and time. She speaks so clearly in Jade Green behind those Skyline Blue eyes and I could loose days entwined in her hair that thickens daily, soothing her third eye and I don’t know if she is blessed or cursed with this otherworldly insight that I can not articulate to the untrained.
Fearless and ready she knows that she will ride waves and they are already calling
Fearless and unsteadily I know that she chose my school
Even sizeless she can size up the seven seas and every siren and With the blessing of every God her purity of heart is safeguarded and I pray that the tides that orchestrate her fate are kind to both her and I and gift us with wise winds that return her home to me
as I will never forget her name that the wise winds whispered into my ear long before she arrived and I call her name every day hoping that she will always long to reunite with her first drum.