Midnight comes and
blows away like the wind…
cold raindrops spatter.

Mother Mary
mother of Jesus holds babies.
Mother Mary
strewn pieces of her affection.
With Buddha shall rise again.
After the raindrops stop falling.
Mother Mary.

And like life
she once faded, memory
of the midnight swans.

Mother Mary
mother of Jesus holds babies.
Mother Mary
strewn pieces of her affection.
With Buddha shall rise again.
After the raindrops stop falling.
Mother Mary.

And raised Jesus
to befriend Buddha, and raise
the world in her light.
the world in her light