I wish to tell you

There are so many things i wish to tell you

Moments when my heart seeks a way

to penetrate your shiny sphere

a globe where you sit in the middle

a queen bee in your hive

Mother

all the sounds lose their harshness when i hear you

complaining about almost everything

complaining about your life

and in the end, always,

about mine...

on and on 

starting slowly

like a stream

going faster and faster

thorns bloom from the corners of your smile. 

And then you stop. 

You had a tough life, you say

you are entitled to make me burn 

like a slowly dying ember

Then, comes the rain

washing away the tears i hold 

all this time inside me smiling, pretending i don't mind.

Your sea and the sea in me

become one

The tide rises and falls

and i am washed out upon your shore

a castaway

and you save me again.

Like Crusoe, 

i become Friday.

Stranded upon the island of your love,

Mother...