Ode To The Mythical Mother

Ode To The Mythical Mother Owed To The Giver Of Life
Take deep breaths she said to me.
Where the three worlds did merge,
Sky and the magic land across the sea.
Hand then in hand, heart still in heart.
Past then in past, now present immortality.
I walked with her and she with me.
Where the beach was all pebbled,
As the days where as endless with love

That woman, such simple serenity,
Not guile but wisdom, wisdom born,
Of sacred isle TB and poverty,
Take deep breaths, take deep breaths
That pearl of great value she freely gave to me.
“But foolishness is tied up in the heart of a boy”
So the man chose instead to pay for shallow breaths.
In middle age, with pleurisy cigarettes and alcohol

And now he remembers her in the breezy part of day.
And whispers Take deep breaths, take deep breaths.
Talking sweetly of simple things, like trees and bees
of breath in lungs and birds on singing wings.
Of peacefulness, of wisdom, and serenity.
Of the mythical mother, Owed to my mythical mother
Ode for the giver of life. Owed to the giver of life.