Avior Byron

Traces in the sand

The time that passes, when you’re with your children
Is lost time,
Never to return,
Time that has passed on
To the world of time,
Lost time is always
Like a seemingly burnt-out volcano,
Preparing to erupt.
Then exploding, like water,

The words you exchange, with your children,
Like coins in a marketplace
That can drown people in kindness
They’re drowning nobly,
They’re easily becoming affluent,
And then they’ll spreading their love
Against their will,
Like water flowing powerfully above the surface

When you touch them, your touch,
Like sand on a beach, is soothing
For you, for them.
That’s how they’ll touch their children.
That’s how they’ll touch them, after you’ve gone,
Like rain making
Traces in the warm sand

The sounds you grant your children,
The rhythm of your words,
The points you stress,
All these will remain,
Heavenly music,
After you’ve left,
Their path will sing with that music

Like a mighty flow of water
Streaming with confidence,
Water that is so soothing
For you, for them.
That’s how they’ll touch their children.
That’s how they’ll touch them, after you’ve gone.
That touch, like warm sand,
Is soothing
For you, for them.
That’s how they’ll touch their children.
That’s how they’ll touch them, after you’ve gone.
A touch, like rainfall.
Traces in the sand

Refrain

Translated to English by Mark Elliott Shapiro