Moon Poem
It started with breath
That came from the depth
Where the calm and content
Rule all who present
All move so free
As they float in the sea
All creatures can fly
With such ease they try
No chance you can fail
For water can scale
The balance to peace
But when you release
You'll find you can rest
Wherever you quest
The breathless-ness that all nature predicts
The judges then judge and pass their verdict
Fighting chaos as one joins in creation
This time begins right after conception
First in this time creating this order (fix)
Down in the depth, where dark is so darker (fix)
The blackness surrounds encompassing all
Sight is not granted, yet life does (can) still sprawl (yet life still enthralls)
All can reside
So deeply inside
A beautiful womb
To all that find room
The softness contained
As all is ordained
Regardless of need
The sea will concede
Fulfilling each wish
so all can flourish
both fauna and flora
live in the aura
that keeps them alive
and allows them to thrive
And color abounds all blessed in the grasp
wanting for none and not knowing of rasp
and Given to all is all of ones need
All is so given, because it's decreed
But giving is taking, as to the view
And for that to happen, a spark must imbue
Burning forever if fuels on the wick
Great fires can start from such a small flick
When all was combined
The pieces refined
The potion would stew
Until it was threw
But when all was set
The father beget
But life did not seethe
For nothing did breathe
Creating a soul
But lacking a whole
And all that was sought
Was trapped in a thought
The body not formed
For no spark had warmed
A spark creates fire warming the air
And fire can live if it's given care
A blaze can ensue if fuel is avail
The flame can then spread and life will prevail
But one thing is missing that it will need
Breath must be added for life to proceed
The rhythm of breath is one with a beat
It pulsates in time and makes one replete
They walk hand and hand
Thus forming a strand
Intrinsic they bind
Existence aligned
Would never fine peace
Alone it would cease
Without the soft breeze
That flows with such ease
Their union allows
Our bodies to rouse
And through this embrace
A beautiful grace
The spark can take flight
The flame will burn bright
The breath and the pulse allow us to guide
An urn for the soul, A home to reside
The greatest of gifts that one can extol
A mother's great love that fills up the whole
Her love is passed and allows us to start
The beat that we breathe does come from her heart
She is the conduit that offers her gift
Her patience allows the great soul to lift
The spark moves from womb
Allowing to bloom
Continuing on
Since waking lights dawn
The cycle will swell
To all whom befell
But cycles are round
And tend to surround
And life had a start
When soul met its part
A birth must erupt
That happens abrupt
And with a great might
He woke up the night