What Lurks Within

Written by: Ray Dillard

Emptiness pervades this room.
A barren womb,
Devoid of life.
Quiet is the light it bears—
Without shadows.
These four walls yearn for dressing
To yield warmth
For the cold and desolate 
Spirit held within.
This is a fallow cell that
Awaits the dwelling seed—
A fertile family
Whose footsteps will cultivate
The pulse of life—
The embryo—
The promise of life.