Rebirth

A soul, newly refreshed, yet

Full of fear and bewilderment.

This child comes into the world

Anew, yet already wise beyond

Her years.  The rebirth of life,

Of soul and of joy, held within

The words of prose.

He takes her hand, gently, as this

New found glory comes full circle.

Tarry on words that bring forth

Images of playfulness, and despair,

That lingers throughout the musty

Air.  She sings sweetly in the night,

Songs of fanciful delights that only

She might have known from some

Other passing life.

Each moment, to her, is filled with joy,

Rapture at knowing such emotion.  She

Can only see the day at hand, the moments

She holds onto gently within the heart

Until the next chance she gets to see within

This other heart, however fleeting that might be.

(C) 2003 A Riddle