For Amma

Come to me, dear mother
Come, look into my heart
There is light moulded by sunsets
There is darkness, in part

Peep in, but be silent, still
For in it, I am alseep, aware
Of an orb of ever-new warmth
In the void that is full

Come to me, dear mother
Come, look into my dreams
You will find them scattered by your feet
A mosaic that's more than it seems

Tread softly and you shall feel
The song of the broken, and the bound
The ebbing light shall animate
The lost and the newfound

Come to me, dear mother
Come, look into my eyes
They mirror the light that birthed me
They hide stars, they bear skies

I am many, I am not one
I hold your faces, your stories, your dreams
I am a web bereft of seams
I am you, I am your son