New life

In the shadow of,

thou,my sights are-

shadowed by the native-

ways to bliss where,

thou shall emerge to me-

as the figure who numbers-

my empty to kindness.

 

Waiting,waiting with love,

i wilt be here waiting -

wholeheartedly with the strong-

arms that embrace the birth of-

thine.

Reviews

[Dayran]

The ego rises from its own ashes. Well done!

[Thea]

Very good, once again...
Keep up the good work! :)))

[Coyote Poetry]

A beautiful and positive poem. New life make us become adults. Teach us what real love is. I like the way you made the vision come alive with strong words and description. Thank you for the outstanding poem.
Coyote