Conversation With A Stork

• Artist: Sunafire
• Description: This is hard to explain exactly what it's about. It could relate to so many things I believe, but the thoughts going through my head when I wrote this were a young women pregnant, and totally alone, talking to her baby trying to tell her about the world.
• Date: 09/02/2009
• Tags: child world baby stork water

You only feel as aquatic,
As the water that pumps,
Through your veins.

It's something like liquid nitrogen,
Which is equivalent to its content in blood,
This is what keeps me singing when I can't sing.
I can't sing, I can't sing.

Hush your voice, my hooded crow,
Spread your wings it's time to go.
We are silenced when we're seventeen,
So I'll speak to the clouds,
And answers echo,
Are you this God that they don't believe in?

I'll sing you my lullaby when we're alone,
You're my secret, no one knows,
Together we'll run,
The darkest night.
Watch the world turn.
But it's OK, I'm scared of it too.

In the dark I toss and turn,
Baby there are lessons to learn,
Are you ready for the world?
Oh how we've grown.

And you're the sweetest burden I have ever known.

Comments

[Sunafire]

I wasn't so sure about the 4th stanza, but ah well, we all doubt ourselves.
Thankyou panic smile

[Panic Pirate]

Wow.
This has got to be one of the most stunning poems you've written.
I can't pick a favourite line or verse; you make a vulnerable power echo in every word.
Absolutely stunning.