Found once lost.
Hear not the whimper of the midnight wind
Feel not the embrace of any morning breeze
See not the dew that latches onto skin:
Rebirth will function by its own decrees.
The lark foreshadows all the suns to rise
But she shall not determine how it wakes;
It fights with Dawn till sleep departs its eyes,
Until the moon from sky evaporates.
Allow it time to surge and find, once lost,
Itself concealed beneath façade of stress
By only natural means must it defrost
And, through travail, achieve its gleaming crest
For Mother lives with great simplicity
So let it be for creativity.
Feel not the embrace of any morning breeze
See not the dew that latches onto skin:
Rebirth will function by its own decrees.
The lark foreshadows all the suns to rise
But she shall not determine how it wakes;
It fights with Dawn till sleep departs its eyes,
Until the moon from sky evaporates.
Allow it time to surge and find, once lost,
Itself concealed beneath façade of stress
By only natural means must it defrost
And, through travail, achieve its gleaming crest
For Mother lives with great simplicity
So let it be for creativity.