Embryonic Wings Fulfilled Poem by Mark. A Heathcote

A genderless solace wishes to beat within us.
Like monomorphic embryonic pupae.
Wings still, forming joyously cocooned.
Never knowing light or dark
Or the tart-tasting core of a broken heart.
I guess we all have to experience pain to
Know that Eden's gardens still grow.
So, with wings tethered to a membrane.
We stretch and fly to the barren moon.
In search of a warming star on the other side.
Here on God's earth, we all hear birdsong.
Dawn's chorus awakens our eyes to love.
It touches us like the first soft willow bud.
Opening pursed hearts, rooted and beating,
One breath in, another fulfilled, motherhood.