Before Born Poem by Vision Ghost

Many colours, like the pulsing of a newest vibration
Witness to the ears of a child, before life’s stimulation
Within the womb, of this unseen worlds, elaboration
Touched only by tiniest of fingers, before exploration

Delicate and fragile, within the womb of nourishment
Held in such gravity, but with tender acknowledgement
Deep within the body of another, to feel the fulfilment
Of a tiny life growing inside, always to be so innocent

Fathom the thoughts, of the unborn and unseen entity
That the kick of excitement, felt from inside playfully
In confirmation of the new founded entirety, of energy
Founded from the shock, of the unison of cells purity

A mother’s heart in conjunction, of the blood shared
Between a life in an emergence, and all fears spared
In a rising of the senses, to the instincts so now flared
As the carrier of something angelic, and so for cared

The primeval of nature’s way, before modernisation
In the society of today, that this remains a realisation
That the joy of a baby remains so, in materialisation
Something beautiful forever grained, in continuation

Of flowers that may grow, and flowers that shall die
We are the bearers, of life’s times that we can’t deny
Within the darkness, of natures cradle, so to occupy
A confining place for the nurturing, before babies cry

That we all so began this way, so small, so vulnerable
So weak and so mild, caught by nature so untouchable
Sought to fight back these tears, is something impossible
This is wonder and this is life; a generation impassable