Yesterday and Tomorrow, accentual tet. Options

[JaxMyth]

REVISION

Sunlight slips past the shade
and gilds the dust into fairy charms
I ache and make wish upon wish
to hold you forever here in my arms.

A mother’s heart is a bird in prison
with wings that shudder its cage of bone.
Feel, Child, feel them beating
hard and closely to your own.

Now’s time for prayer and time for bed.
You giggle, I laugh and I reach for your hair
but you hurry away from my hollow hand
up to the room at the top of the stair.

I open the door and turn on the light
...there’s no head on the pillow...nothing...no mark.
No sign of you Child...for no-one has been
inside my womb in the crabscuttled dark.

ORIGINAL

Sunlight slips past the shade
and gilds the dust into fairy charms
I ache and make wish upon wish
to hold you forever here in my arms.

A mother’s heart is a bird in prison.
A frantic shudder in a cage of bone.
Feel, Child, feel it beating
hard and closely to your own.

Now’s time for prayer and time for bed.
You giggle, I laugh and I reach for your hair
but you hurry away from my hollow hand
up to the room at the top of the stair.

I open the door and turn on the light
...there’s no head on the pillow...nothing...no mark.
No sign of you Child...for no-one has been
inside my womb in the crabscuttled dark.

[Merlin]

Hello JM,
bin a while, wot?

I especially liked the metaphor in V2.
I believe the entire piece might be a symbolism for something, but that's my weak area. Even in texts where they almost tell you what to look for, I'm a dolt in these matters. Here, I'm not sure where the overall is going, and that in itself is good. Leave the reader to his imagination, and there will be numerous answers. RF is still studied and debated for his trails in the woods, ride in the snow, and so on. The answers are as broad as the snowy woods, and as numerous as the snowflakes.

Merlin