At times brooding in the shadow of the night
Gently standing in the morning light
Imago born
Wrestled out of thought and form
Careful of your ego norm
Hidden in tight cocoon
Strengthened wings take flight and delight
Watching created thing
You stand alone and look
Pondering created space
Lamenting from another place
Listening to your tone
Your rhythm
Your rhyme
Searching for meaning
Wondering always
Is this your time?
71/03/2018
Robert Botha 