Birth

You are born one day The sun charming your pink mouth With possibility and dreams. Your first squeal escapes Like the darling night Seducing the owl Out of its cartoon ways. They say you are born for a reason. And you believe. You believe through disappearing milk teeth Your tongue tasting flavours Of a million plates and a zillion mouths. Through walk, run, stillness, breeze, burn, forest, glass, sapphire, ocean, tears, You believe. You believe you were born For a reason even when death comes Hurling the charmed sun Back into space. You limp out of yourself A moan coloring the sky A bit like a butterfly, And on the side the flowers turn to paper, Like their voices feeble and string. Out there in vacuum (Or whatever the ignorant call it) You rant a thousand unsung songs And yet you believe That you will be born one day.