Our Child

 

 

            There are not enough moments in the day,

Nor is there time to cradle every possibility

During still and twilight hours.

 

            Lavishly,

I dream the luxury of life

Without a quarrel,

And looking at and through

The world again in fresh revealing

            Eyes - excites

A distant positive within;

                        And freedoms return

To how I once danced mine eyes

With full abandonment, to every

Splendour on a planet now seemingly

Courting death.

 

            In this hour I swear with all might,

Returning favours from the Gods that,

Only Life proclaims victory,

            And all essence of shadow,

Those thoughts upon cacophony and

Carnage that force denials of the truth;

Return slithered, to deathly lifeless swamps

Of lie as brightly,

                        The sun favours

The living in you and I.

 

            Thoughtful silence persists,

Speaks quietly and I probe with

Clarity the joy inside ourselves

And my sense sparkles, makes electrifying

Currents in waves of love,

            And the arc is there in a bundle

Close within your womb; a life that

            ‘will’

One day, explore time outside our own.

 

            This bold,

                        Beautiful,

                                    Brown skin

Pushes boundaries that once boxed in

Hearts,

and taut,  this once thought

Barren landscape grows a life-form

Changing shapes upon

Distant horizons,

            shapes that claim space in future

History’s - the list of possibilities;

Now capable by his presence.

 

            We two,

Lay lazily this lovers bed,

And set insignificance of quarrel

From negatives of death aside,

And cradled in our arms the life

We never knew would live,

And doubt, with all its introspections

And variables, skulks back in graves

Of shadows like a sad demented ghost.

 

            “Quiet now!” – We speak,

And whispered tones and forethoughts

Of worry drift back upon themselves

To dank unkempt corners of little

importance,

            and we pray this life be guided

Now in light, and in the love we bare

Within our hearts,

 

            This union of ‘we,’

Listens now a timeless rhythm

Overlapping each and every

            Human Being,

And we’re placing hands upon

Her round of all fertility,

And smiling thoughts of Angels,

We’re wishing in our eyes the

            Blessings of a Spring,

A Spring where flowers reach again

            The skies,

A Spring where shadow dares

Not fall upon his face,

A Spring of fantasy,

                                    And peace.

 

 

Michael J Waite 17^th February 2010.