I think of her

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I think of her,
in the middle of the night
I call her and she comes
She cradles me, she embraces me
soothes me
The pain passes
And the dream, which seemed lost
returns, she brings it back
I let myself be carried towards its infinity
To the mystery where I cease to be me
and I become again
into a child, her child
In her arms, by her hand
As before, as always.