The Tired Mind

The mind is tired and darkness falls,
but the song has not ceased and the light is coming.

I see you, I see your weariness,
your hope shines so bright,
but in despair we are united.

Your head rests so heavily
in my hand, your lips
form a word I cannot hear.

I try to read a word from you,
a sentence from your heart;
I search where you are now
your word, your comfort, your warm hand.

When you turn your cheek to mine
I feel such a love for you -
can it be hopeless?
Can love break with the truth?
Can love speak different languages?
Then I believe all but one.
Can love forget its origins?
Well, then I must forget myself.

But you are the same, warm and good -
It is you.
You open your mouth and say to me:
“Daddy, look at me!”