In another woman’s hands.
Yesterday, I watched the stars.
Felt the purity of childhood once again,
Felt as virtue of mature men.
Glad to see your eyes in the sky,
Missed your face, it’s been a while.
Strange feeling, deep as roots,
As the falling star, in sky fire shoots.
An ancient love, pure as snow,
Wish I could see you just to say hello!
I miss you mom, it’s strange out here,
My tears are from love, don’t think it’s fear.
I will be back one day I swear,
The winters are heavy, can’t no longer bear.
Look at the moon tonight, forget the pain,
We look different but we’re the same.
I love you mom.
Aris Xarchakos 