contemplating birth,
first visions
sweep ever-expanding external atmosphere of
finite womb,
through a new world made infinite by time.
A candle's glow softens through
penetration of abounding darkness,
aware of light's mortality and ultimate descent back to darkness;
as vibration carries its way melodically
through complex orchestrations of silence;
wonder of purity and blessed naiveté
which our development experiences to extinction…
I wish the freshness of memory
was accessible, undistorted, concordant with the moment, to recall,
and in its face recognise the
fortune of perfection which, with
less experienced eyes - delicato,
diminuendo - grazioso,
a greatness might be found.