As I rocked you to sleep, and as you, finally, fall asleep, in my, arms…translated…
A hundred steps from my house, was that home with the roses planted. Distance: a very short time. From the time the children learned to turn themselves from their backs to bellies, from when they were mumbling, to talking in, complete, sentences, the two of us, witnessed the flowers' seasons many a times already. Before the flowers, the father and daughter gazed, the bud from beginning in bloom to fully bloom, to withering, away, from this stem to that, the flowers in sessions, by the weeks. The roses, closing their eyes and opening them, the thick green with the shines of stars awakening—the flowers watched the wo of us here often, here again, still here, those heavy lids, what's hidden in the space between the buds?
and, here's that song of a father's love for his daughter, by Mark Wills, from YouTube
It's said, that there's an angel behind every one of us, underneath the watch of angels, there were, the radiant blooms of the flowers, withering away, the new births, of the father and daughter, the desolation, shared the same stems with the flowers budding, ready to bloom; the angels watched from a distance, seeing the expansions of the world's, people, he'd begun to use the metaphors now: the flowers whom bloomed and withered, the gathering, and vanishing dews, the continued burning candles, those songs that aren't, playing anymore, followed by, what came, afterwards…………
Someone came to a halt here, borrowing the sights of the roses, the eyes of angels, looking closely at. The space beneath those eyes, internal, but with limitlessness that's, hidden within them, the more we see, the more we're, taking, in. Until, until, until that voice sounded in call, the tiny fingers pointed toward, and, touched—that, sleep.
So, this is a, lullaby of sorts, of a parent, rocking a young child to sleep, and, the parent murmured softly to the child, until s/he falls, soundly asleep, feeling safe in the arms of her/his, parents, and this moment is frozen by the parents' minds, kept, eternally.
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