Mother's are water
Father's are rain

I thought of you
In the scene of my mind
How we have moved the
Earth to where we
Left it now
In our room

Remember how we
Carried the moon
You, Zion and I
How the light danced
Inside her eyes
Saying let us make man
To balance the earth

Can you imagine the
Girl who ran in
Into the closed door
Choosing us, abandoning
All to be where
The earth made flesh
Anew creating a man
Who feared love at
The edge of the River Nile

It fights me
The poem that
Has refused to live
On paper
It fights me

I thought of her
From the unwritten
Land of mysteries
Can you imagine her
Now smiling the night away
Taking her mother's kisses
Watching her father's hisses

But if all the songs were to
Be carried in a single
Finger, an album will be born
Single in your song
I see children, in the children I
See Mama's tender hands

I think of you
Small in nature
Mighty in deeds