R. E. M.

Your Mother is just sleeping

She is beauty in repose

Sweet dreams they follow her

Or so the story goes

She is faithful in dreamtime

Her fragments of dreamscapes cling

Whispers of soft lullabyes

In sweet visions she sings

Open arms are her calling card

Her soft hands are waiting for you

Deep in her heart of aspires fire

Her Eternal Sun simply shines through

poem by Theodora Onken
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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