Every push is a drop of blood

Coming from my distress veins

Where a door close, another opens

Opens to a new and an unknown

Every push stifled by a heartbeat

of utter silence, with a desire to cut

The entirety of my wholesome heart

The figurative ear has deafened

The thoughts filled with mortar

The body metaphorically filled with green

Coming together to bloom a prosperous flower

To rise and shine at its brightest

Music festoons the air

Settling in the apple of the night

Angelic femur through the hours

To open the window of your soul

A restful sleep is my response

As the day breaks

Anatomy awakened

The airs music is lost

A cycle repeated for later