Her Silent Womb

A fleeting thing.
This lust for life that finds its end too soon.
Taking all its power back
into her silent womb.
Deriving chaste from all that wasted time.
The church bells chime - another funeral.
The gist of life and death can be so cruel.
Reaching deep and drawing out a mood.
As beautiful as that enhanced by morning
dew upon a jeweled web of spider's glue.
An innocence, albeit now left for dead.
A fleeting thing.
This lust for life that finds its end too soon.
Taking all its power back
into her silent womb...

? Michaelette ?

12/20/2004
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