Tender Child

A very tender child, aware, knowing Lives in your consciousness On your lips, in your heart, Part of you in every way Waiting, waiting patiently To be free, the right combinations Sequence that every locked door knows ciphering a message as complex completing the DNA sequence and replicate! Do you not know! Replicate, ciphering to transform, to live becoming alive again and again old as the ageless mystery of the bells ringing and singing the song of life The waiting heart stitches the words in some special sacramental order known only to those who wish to know And when the last bell is struck They are no longer words but alive and in becoming alive they simply spread their wings and fly away