My Friend
The intimate sound of your voice, my friend,
as a cradle-song for my anxieties,
heals my fears,
strengthens my belief,
whenever the hinges of life
start to vacillate and weaken.
Do come wings of that unique voice,
flying softly over my face,
give me the spur to go on,
once again,
infuse into my being
your delicate lulling sounds,
that once
only my mother
had been able to modulate
in the most absolutely
perfect way.
© Claudia.Messelodi
