Beyond the Mirrors

That moment, on my path
came yet another turn
that I may have took;

Led it to a stream
of clear water,
a bosque with twittering birds;
a young child
playing with the sun in his palms
a playful laughter
the chattering of happy birds
in playful abandon
the flight of birds in freedom;
there played my son
who never was born,
his mother stood
by the rose bush
at the turn I may have took.