Miss adventure
Without a sound you placed
Wrapped in her covers
A little sleeping angel
We were coming from nowhere
We hugged her close to us
What seems like chance
Is often an appointment
Miss mystery
Vanished for ever
You will always be the mother
We will always be love
It’s the book that we share
And here we are reunited
On the morning of each page
We thank you
You are at the age where one finds pleasure
In everything, in nothing, in your body
No witness I presume
Except the moon perhaps
And this treasure this dove
That had slowed you down
You have placed it in the shadow
And the shadow has reclaimed you
This little white spirit
She will be born twice
The first time between your hips
The second between our arms
The strength that that gives her
It's a shard of diamond
We don’t want to tell anyone
Just you
You are at the age where one finds pleasure
In everything, in nothing, in your body
No witness I presume
Just the moon and suchlike
And this treasure this dove
That had slowed you down
You have placed it in the shadow
And the shadow has reclaimed you
You are surely very beautiful
Like this little reflection of you
Who sleeps against my wing
She’s all that I know of you
Miss…