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Baby of air

Baby of air

You rose into the mystical

Side of things

You could no longer live with us

We put you in a little home

Where they shut and locked the door

And at night

You blew out

And went wandering through the sea and sand

People cannot keep air in

I blow air in

I cannot keep it in

I read you a poem once

And you called it beauty

And then I read you another one and

You called it harmony air

My brother is not air, he is water

He is not a baby, he is older than me

And when he brushes the hair from my face

I cannot see him, but he surrounds me

I cannot see you baby of air

I put you in your bed and you get out

I put you in the air and you blend

I put you on the beach and you blow out

Like an air bird, flying and flying

I find other things similar to you

And like you, they are air and

Are nothing eventually

I am not made out of air

I hold your baby body in me

As I am a mother to you

I am a mother to you

My brother is my mother

He tells me when I have lost you

To grieve grieve

He says grieving is good

He says crying is good

He says sadness hits you in waves

Of water and air

I feel your fine hair hit me when I am sleeping

I feel your hair hit me in the head

Will you remember me

When you breeze upon the other world

O you are already there

O you are already there

My brother tells me, you are already there

He is already there, he says

And I cry

And he tells me

It is ok to cry

It is ok to cry,

He says

You are not made of air

It is ok to cry, he says

When you are not made of air