I lay there in silent warmth
listening to the direction of the changing winds
And like a doe, still-moving under the quiet moonlight
following the sound of her own heartbeat
I felt life growing once again
An angel lingered somwhere closeby
watching me dream a future of love
And like inspiration, surrounding nature's glorious day
bending to the will of a writer's passion
She bore me hope in this cradle of faith
Pondering in awesome wonder
mirroring a child at play in her mind
And like an infant, waiting for the sign
sleeping patiently in mother's womb
I lay there in silent warmth of passing time
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