Circles Of The Invisible Poem by soren Barrett

Born dying, we race back to where we come
Pain is but a moment, life but a flash
Before birth we existed numb
A dive into death's pool just a splash

Cold water of delivery
From the womb of time fallen
naked terrestrial shivery
of nature's plant a pollen

Fragrance erased by wind
tasted by the bees
Sweet smell of those that sinned
shadowed by negatives of trees

Steam raising from a pot
condenses to fall again
transformed from what is naught
invisible ink from a dried up pen