Baby

Baby See how a babe is forming, From seed beyond all love.

Breath­take and eyes are coming As soul instructs above.

Its coming was unplanned, Emotions were against it, When life around rocks ran.

It needs no sacred union To bring a child to be.

Our lips were all consuming.

Currents must find the sea.

It comes as gentile meet, Amid the throws of passion, When half dead is love's heat.

Now life, its apt adventure, Will spent age overtake.

Great deeds, despite all censure, Come now for history's sake.

The myths are set to blend, With fables of the future; Our saga has no end.

Carl Estrin