Creation song

Portraits of my faceeverywhere I look a mirrorof who I seem to be:Cauldrons bubble with children’s bloodborn from holy tissue: cells twist, heart beats,creation of a mystery made so casually.I meet you at the corner of the streetwe turn and talk, eyes lightsomething unimaginable caught between.Creation hovers in quiet riversbreathes in the beat of thrushes songlingers in the scent of roses.