Without a Trace

Little boy; Young child of mine;
Your face, though distant and blurred-
It was long ago now that I last saw you;
except in distorted visions each and every night

Your tears have awakened me; Your voice,
has called to me-
But as I turn to see; You've once again
vanished without a trace-
I weep in silent slumber; I drown in the
sound of my own pain

Fault has no bearing; Yet I bear it alone;
Our shoes untied; Our lives the same-
I know you not; Knots and bows-
Blue jeans; Scraped knees, and grass stains

Time has escaped; Through the keyhole of light;
Tomorrow never comes; Today will soon be gone-
Once again, I've caught your tears-
And can only watch them dry within my palm

Little boy; Young child of mine;
You will one day hear my voice-
I will turn to see your face-
I will catch your tears; And pull you close-
before you can vanish without a trace

© Lisa Hilbers
9/27/05