Time is Come

Muffled sound.  Faint hints of light hurt forming eyes. Soothing whooshing of another's heart.  Warmth and nourishment flow unasked for.  Time is come.  Wonder for three, pain for two, miracle for one.  Clear sounds beat on unused drums.  Lungs blossom. Cords find their key and sing sharp.  Born.

Weary eyes search for familiar faces.  Brittle backbones resting.  Nourishment is refused.  Straining to hear hopes and dreams of babies.  Time is come.  Moving.  Pain for many, wonder for one.  Hope relishes in clear light.  Time and plenty run and play.  The face of Love pulsates in unused heart-corners.  Born again.