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Concipere

The reality comes to me in the shadowed depths of moonlight.
Soft as a whisper, yet pierce, like an eagle's cry.
When did we realize that the amber light
rising off our skin like mist on the water
Was the very essence of life?
Softly, suddenly
the seed takes root.
Deep in the cavern not as big as a fist.
Time passes, and then
Surrounded by pain and joy,
the essence that was
amber in light takes breath....
and cries.
Saying to the world, I am here...
I have arrived.

© Copyright 1999, Renita Carter.
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