Just walk the mile and leave a trail

of beauty in essence and in hue,

Blow your wind and stir your sail

and all the world shall follow you

 

You are a King by nature ordained

of hearts that heal and cure,

with a generous hand of no restrain

and emotions so impulsive and pure.

 

My son,

Your light distorts the schemes of this world sunk in darkness. Your positive energy exceeds the expectations of the rumpled and rusted hearts. Your beauty beats all dungeons of obscurity and transcends the shelters and norms where most people sleep safely in vain resignation. Break the norm Son! Be the norm. Be the storm that no barrier can contain. Be the anger, the thirst that quenches and inflicts the pain… of radical change.

I love you and more

Mom

 

Wednesday, July 20, 2011