your mother holds your face
i was scared that the holy spirit left the earth
scared the very ground was moved
that my tracks through golden leaves were not beautiful at all
i was calmed by the sound of hands on my cheeks
a rough palm
an ivory ring
that stereo sound ringing-afterwards
that immediate silence
the touch of mother holding your face
scared the very ground was moved
that my tracks through golden leaves were not beautiful at all
i was calmed by the sound of hands on my cheeks
a rough palm
an ivory ring
that stereo sound ringing-afterwards
that immediate silence
the touch of mother holding your face