Streaming along the hems are tiny hands of endless time...passing, flowing, journeying;
Weary eyes see what music these touches her lonely soul, with every tear of joy,
He can feel her heart beat for the debt of being loved;
Sadness can't even pay this child's innocence, for his aching mind hungers,
A single rose could prick her skin, yet little hands' folly could hurt more;
Dreams of reality run through their veins, tomorrow's days are a wonder,
Her feet can't keep off the ground, what happiness lingers in every moment;
Playful thoughts dance along their garden of beauteous flowers...
A heart with a home is found in this mother's arms;
The hourglass stood guilty of her moving and loving presence,
An unforgettable place renders under the sun...warm, dear, tender...
Butterfly kisses afloat in the wind, they seem dainty with his catching lips...one, two, three;
She found herself enlightened with this bantling's smile,
A newfound glory shines through the night brightly...beckoning, enticing;
Knocking through heaven's door as minutes go by,
To unend won't be a pestilent crime between these two hearts...
Destiny is lying in this child's silent words...so softly speaking;
A paragon so sacred with her whole-hearted given prayer,
Sleepful nights hum along so soundly, soothing and serene;
Precious words through countless seconds remain strong,
Her hands caress the small lines of his fragile body;
Every bit of the taste of him recalled, now and forever remembered,
A savour of this rekindled treasure kept overflowing,
In this child's melodic touch...