Heaven's happy stare
A bright myrtle shine in your face
Parley instance of wicked smiles
And skittish look from your little round eyes
I match them with attentive gaze
Till time and truth is within my grasp
Those tiny toes and virgin lips
As if a dead wall where mirrors hang
A life of no contention
Bereft of lies and wonder
Submit only to divine peace and own cradle
While attuned to Abraham's bosom
In your mother's arms you sleep
Blood running warm in welcome bliss
Maybe a fallacy of my anticipation
So I lean over to your fragile world
And kissed my sins goodbye.
