Partus

When we were lost,
In darkest haze,
Naught carried us
Above time and space.
Yet we would see,
With our eyes closed.
Awaiting what
Fortune holds.
And while the stars
Were passing by
You took my soul
And made it fly.
Out of the Naught
Through the wheels of time
One in the dark
Dissolving in twine.
Down onto earth
Where morning fog
Tenderly
Breaks rays of sun.
Down onto earth
Where nightly moon
Is casting long 
Shades to bloom.