There is a

Baby sleeping 

And as yet 

She knows nothing 

Of this world 

And somehow 

She knows 

everything 

 

She dreams 

In a space 

Betwixt 

Two holes

The gap that is 

Your world

And the space 

Which 

Will be hers

And 

For now

She knows little 

Of either 

Though it 

Is painted 

In the lines 

Of her soft skin

And the 

Space 

Where her 

Head 

Has not 

Yet 

joined

Itself together 

 

She is

And will be 

Everything 

And 

Nothing 

This precious child 

Born of the 

Breeze 

And the sea 

And the 

Stars

 

And all you 

Can do 

(And 

This is not 

A choice)

Is breathe 

In to her 

light 

And love 

And feathers 

And 

Teach her 

To fly 

For her soft 

Fluffy wings

Flutter now 

And for eternity 

Along 

With the beat 

Of your 

Ever entwined 

Hearts