for Taylor-Rae, written in her infancy.

*The seed * Needs to be planted and nourished   In love and light but given shade   With balanced emotional desire and commitment, from the heart and for another   A new life is gradually made  Hope, future and endlessness   Developing out of gentle, soft and holy seeping tears   Flowing deep into the very fabric of fertility and belonging   A gleam in loved one’s eyes to never disappear  As shelter  Protection from a new and dangerous world   Filled with constant conflict, change and cataclysm   Spinning at an overwhelming speed and constant overstimulation   You’re but a spring tulip bulb in a garden-bed that may drown in teeming rain of scrutiny  Cradled  In the shadows of an absurd theatre   Moving as a mime, in a world that’s one small bubble   Safe still from the storm and stress of cyclic troubles   As the imaginary audience watches you develop, naïve and nude  Dependent  On the guardian   Fulfilling all essential needs to foster blooming   To be cooed to and massaged in relax monologues of waving vibrations, so softly broken   Over shores of familiarity with fragments of subconscious   As if often dreaming   While swaying in a peaceful, calm and simple womb  To be born  Through the threshold into something wondrous and new   Eyes that scream to focus, welling in a murky indigo-blue   Held to comfort at thy mother’s breast   By instinct crying out for help and coddled, sucking and sighing, carefully taking each short breathe  Welcome  To our garden   Let its chances always bloom   And let its weeds not grip you struggling   Alone in sadness or in fear   For we will always, for eternity be here  Your Guardian