From the moments of her ecstasy
Our springs are born.
In the garden of her love
Our life is a boon.
And unto our sweet dreams
She is a silent witness.
And to our twittering wings
She is a caring wind.
In the power of her silent prayers
Our life reaches the safest shores.
From the distant footlights
One heart is in a ceaseless flight.
And after a long exile
We return to our dales.
Two eyes are blest
One heart is in a silent throb.
And in those melting moments
The weariness of our windless nights is gone.
A lullaby opens her melodious lute
And to our sources we return in solitude.
Ravi Panamanna
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/mother-a-caring-wind/
