Eyes glisten in the moonlight
Piercing through the night sky
To puncture a hole in the floors of heaven
Searching for the answer to a question
That cannot be uttered
Looking out, beyond, above,
Toward the hope and despair we call tomorrow
Breathing heavily,
Slowly,
Relax and let go,
Its okay,
She whispers into the ear of her son
The little giggling boy she holds
In her arms,
Again tonight
He is older now—but still
Too young for this
Pain, this
struggle, this
anguish
Holding his hand she whispers,
“I know you can hear me, be at peace”
And
Somewhere in the night a car speeds
Down a busy highway
Oblivious of the darkness waiting ahead
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