A fortress of matter seals unborn destiny
A guard stands blindly watching and waiting…

 Dark light pregnant with time and space
Dreams in death so deep and daring…

 Echoes of a past not yet conceived
Both fallow and fertilized, humming in silence…

 Like a borrowed grave in a nameless new garden
Death tosses and turns in restless slumber…

 What force could awaken such an impersonal landscape
With depth of complexity buried within?

 A singular tune, only a pair of true wings
With a flutter and a song, will break into Love!

(undated tpt)