Watching, waiting, dancing in the stillness.
Silence looms like the ever creeping dawn.
Wonder, magic, warmth swells.
Unfamiliar astonishment overwhelms,
Understanding does not exist.
Rising, dropping, rising, dropping,
The ever constant percussion of life.
Unimaginable, unrelenting love pours from my being.
Breaking the barriers.
Flooding me always.
This is my all,
He is my all,
He is my son.
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