Gametes meet and in that hush,
Merge softly in the dark
They split, they bloom, they multiply,
A collision tempered spark.
A fragile flame, a tender fire,
Nursed deep in mothers wombs
No wind,no rain,fed proper fuel
In hidden warmth, the zygote blooms.
Dependent on a thousand tides
On breath and some strange yearning
Yet through it all, the ember holds,
The steady, patient fire burning.
On the day the fuel grows thin,
The glow gives way, the light exhumes
And softly then, as some just do,
The fire folds back into its tombs.
Powerfully penned, Peter. Excellent write with lots of layers my friend. Appreciate you.
Damian
Superb work.