Create Life
To create a life -
That is, to give breath to blank space,
Moving a pencil, leaving a trace
Releasing the word, only to strive
For even greater heights
Some may say, they found it in love
In a woman's gentle embrace
In which twin spirits soar dancing above
Finding their dual presence to be enough
Laying their talents to waste
Some find new life through the solace of making
Working and shaping the idea so rough
In a creature unbreathing and breathtaking
A piece of metal not sleeping but not waking
Even at those I can only laugh
It is in the end the truth that prevails
That touches our heart in the waste that surrounds
That creating new life through human hands fails
But in the ink of a book can be found
Copyright © Franziska Keinath | Year Posted 2016
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