Wishing To Arlene

I was not witness the night of your arrival That night your majestic mother suffered in motherly pains I did not see the starry sky that evening Under the sky you came to earth I didn't see the dragonflies coming from moonlight that night In that light you first smiled I did not see the moon in the deep heart of the night That moon sang in the rhythm of your luminous cry Maybe on the day of your arrival The rose that bloomed in my garden, The butterfly that danced, The birds that sang, That cloud angel gave shade Everything was for you Maybe the muses floated in the virgin river by saying - "Happy Birthday to you" 05.05.2020