There is a dream in the womb of you
that calls for an answer.
It reaches up and tugs your heart,
a liberated Skydancer.
The dream has a voice in glorious
The dream whispers for attention
in your deepest, darkest hour.
In the womb of you the voice is clear
and speaks without confusion.
Through chaos, trauma, fear and anger
the womb of you holds no illusion.
See the emerald sparkle
of newly sprouted grass?
Hear waterfall’s song
amidst springtime splash?
The womb of you is listening,
keeping your dream safe.
The womb of you is waiting
for you to enter its embrace.