RUBEN (figlio mio)

my son, soul of 2 souls
lips of my lips
the mountains of time are tiny pebbles 'neath your gentle feet.
my son, life of 2 lives
eyes of my eyes
the horizons of tomorrow are balls of silk within your innocent reach.

double entry bookkeeping

where did the innocence go and when will redemption arrive? I want to be held by my mother and to talk with my father... instead I lay with empty hearts and cast out silver tomes of mania and passion... I want my son here in my arms... when will my redemption begin?
when will i be able to write again? when will the words of my heart fall into place again instead of looking to my tired eyes like the double entry bookkeeping of a back street dream peddler...? ? ?