of life

cradled in the breathless world of amnion
where tears disappear as they form
and thoughts are pure glazed eyes
finger tips point at guardian angels
as love hums a lullaby with endless rhythm

the fresh ice of air wakens a sight of truth
and a sound of nature falls to slumber
as peace is packaged in warm oblivion
a forgotten journey and a time for pure creativity
shall never be repeated past this first dream of life

©2005 Hey Hey