From the Unborn



Mother - leave those things

which you knew we should never need

and although I am small

you can find me because you are very near


First friend do not be afraid

this appearing of delicate perfection

is true - and it is strong

cohering and functional with you


Then come shining to my tiny form

naked as me - a friend

coming to you out of the dreaming

and we shall dream the joy of our life