when i was made
a woman
you touched
a child’s hand
reaching out
desperate
for to be held..
gleamy gazing eyes
that are to be read
by
Love (..taught her to walk again)
the sun and the moon
will always be at her side
she walks now
(barefooted)
in low waters
silvery bright
facing
the reflections
of her small
face
and kind
eyes
gently the waves
break
this long-lived picture
in black and white
..she strives now
to find that green-eyed
lady
in black and white
that she had met
in the low waters
