Marina of 270 Days

MARINA OF 270 DAYS So happy, young and beautiful she was In her simple pale yellow wedding gown There before the altar she stood Angelic and pure as the morning dew In her shyness, obeisance and humility Serenity sensing a tempest anchored Here in the vast ocean of dreams Life in its infinite wisdom and betrayal Chooses paths to us mortals unknown Life within the sacred womb Waits for sublime light to shine A call went out for a mid-wife to rise Nature, mother of all living things Indifferent to circumstances shed her tears Bathing blissful valleys, mountain and hills She must wait for the torrents to slow For the crossing had wings of death waiting But the flow predictably would cross allow On the opposite shore hope and fear reside Between pain, cry and fading hopes The river of blood was slowly running dry A last breath; of a mother and a child .