The very dew of life lies soft and low,
Its faint humidity is mist to mind.
All of love’s senses must converge and grow,
As saplings that find and bind, a life intertwined.
Came in from Nature as therein’s the base
Black ink, pastels and thick paint up above,
In the flush of your cheeks and the hue of all races,
Its the Northern Lights dancing with us for love
The most beautiful thing you will ever behold
Is the face of your child just a few hours old,
It’s a moment in life that can’t be foretold,
Six loves intertwined and made manifold.
Crack the shell of self love to another,
Bridges to each other, mother, son or lover.
The Blue Hour 