Halcyon

An ancient drum beat heart,tuned to mother's rhythm, Our sound travels through this sea's caress in waves, Soft against new skin.

Ripples of wonder in dark sanctuary, Of my lot in the world outside, Between love and indifference, till flesh and time collide.

A return to forgetfulness, a new seed of the universe, Yearning to be expressed, felt, heard and caressed.

Mother... Father.... Oh the dreams I've searched for your hands.