What the Eyes See the Heart Cannot Forget

Gently drifting in the womb, these angels are the most in tune. After birth they intuitively seek ocean, river, pool and lake. Excellent swimmers they do make, intuitive angels with wings in water. Perhaps one is your gentle daughter, hold them back, I tell you naught for in the water they are divinely self taught. Dip them in the pool when young, it is where their song is sung. Inherently part of their dioceses, water is the sign of masterful Pisces. Born under the sign of fish for a reason, all water sports belong to their season. Salt or fresh matters not, its the allure of the un- tethered, feeling of weightlessness, lack of gravity like a floating feather. Splashing in the womb guarded by the heartbeat of mamma, the sanctuary where no harm looms, peace of heaven is slightly remembered, only the attachment of placenta to hold the connection of love past, present with no worries of future. Three quarters of the body, little wonder it feels like home, no matter how far your earthly roam. Does your heart remember drifting inside life's comfortable splendor prior to the worlds agenda? My mind, unfortunately, has forgotten but the liquid of my heart yearns for a moment in time to relish the love connection of the amniotic fluid of my earth mother gone to heaven. I ponder, is it coincidental that tears from the eye are comprised of water too. 2/26/2017