as i was born

a thousand lives ago
before i was born into being
by the breath of a writer
who dreamed up my being
i passed by the forest
that would create my whole being
as the writer who bore me
passed under bough
and branch
through flora
past fauna
i lived among blossoms
in boulders
in streams
before i knew who i was
who i would become
my writer
she passed by
and knew what i was
before i ever dreamed it
in the flowers she found
an inspiration for me
to create a small dear
a small phrase
one that she felt would create
all that needed be said
and that breath was me
as it passed by her lips
a thousand years ago
and i was born into being
by the kiss of a writer

Reviews

[Hedra Helix]

AGGGHthis is f*****g magic! can we include this one? this is you breathing yourself back. i feel it, heat in my cheeks, wind filled with magic!

yes! great day.