Facing Death In The Reflection Of Her Child’s Tear Poem by David Lacey

Facing death in the reflection of her child’s tear
A weeping mother from some other world
Is seen to be holding on to a hope in fear
Keeping warm the memory of love beside the fireplace curled.

Late at night she prays, un-able to sleep,
Keeping watch until the day that no more is
Laughter new and moving in vibration
But an echo of fond memories fading.

She blankets the child in her flesh
Kissing him and breathing afresh new love.
Smothering with smiles and affection
The reflection of death within his eyes.

Slipping once more into the shadows
From which he came
His mother weeping, still unsleeping
Awaits reflections of death within her pain

She is seeking for that which absorbs her,
She is seeking that which will engulf her soul in solitude
Leaving her mourning, lamenting death in timeless rhythm
Forgetting the harmony of which we are part
Forgetting the eternity that exists
When lovers spend more than a moment apart.
She forgets that there is to be no regret upon this plain.

What sickness is it of heart and of soul that allows
Salvation to be preached without the kiss of ecstasy.
What horror is this to believe our world so fruitful
So beautiful is fallen as if it were inherently evil.
As if by adorning coats of skin we were dancing with the devil.