The most magical waterfall
amidst the most graceful of trees
the home of the most captivating creatures
be it butterflies, birds or fish.
A pink sun reigning over
sounding the most welcoming of songs
the island below my navel
where both you and your sister were born.
But it darkened and dried
slowly but surely as you faded away.
It sent strong, piercing earthquakes
in a soundscape of looped wails.
Where the pink sun stood warm and heavenly
now hangs a dome of gloomy black thorns
and all that, which thrived there
are all of them dead or are gone.
Yet a little wildflower grows
I can see it -how strange-
it must have been watered by your tears
all those nights in excruciating pains.
It looks strong and determined
however tiny, sings its own song
makes me wonder, could it be true?
Could I ever be reborn without you?
And I suddenly see you -so calm, so wise-
you ‘re curling up, once more, inside of me
besides it all,
you have found your place.
You don’t mind the darkness
you know you have your own light
coz you, my son, my Sun,
are the brightest, shiniest of lights.
Kika Georgiou