there is no more longing in this
moment
except for that of the
sun
being carried over the
horizon
and putting the night to
sleep
somewhere a mourning dove sings
unseen
and deep in my memories i can still hear
my mother weep
there is no more longing in this
moment
except for that of the
sun
being carried over the
horizon
and putting the night to
sleep
somewhere a mourning dove sings
unseen
and deep in my memories i can still hear
my mother weep