From fluid filled cave a new-born finds the light
In harmony with souls in distant fields.
On equal terms they share first breath of life
and feed upon their mothers natural yield.
Butterflies unfurl from womb cocoons
as babies peep from wicker basket views.
With widened wings they reach for hidden moons,
while grounded infants grasp for distant stars.
Sweet Spiderlings spread out like silken cloth
Above sweet child in deepest dreams of love.
Eight thousand eyes traverse this stranger’s path
to search for places suitable to weave.
Without the gift of life, there is no meaning.
Together we are one, at the beginning.
About the Creator
Simon Aylward
Undiscovered Irish Playwright and Poet - Seeker of eternal youth - Wannabe time traveller and believer in spiritual energies - Too many books to read, not enough time!
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