Not Yet

At the other side i stood Eating with grandpa Atmosphere filled with esoteric beauty The voice of the oceans hallowing Trees speaking Images of aborted babies gnashing I stooped in pain, Bemoaning the machinations of mankind As my heart grew larger than my head I had a voice saying, Not Yet, Not Yet I saddled on the wind like an echo As a thin of air i became thinner in thought As i wallow in my thought I saw him gathering in my thought It was my the father of my grandpa Beckoning on me, To stay in their hut Their i mumble, Not Yet, Not Yet Rivers of fears flushed through my frail flesh In flash, i heard Pulsating rhythms welcoming a new arrival It was the spirit of my spirit Crying , Not Yet