Poems of Lighthouse Bob

Embryo #543

Embryo

Celestial blue sapphires
set behind buttercream eyelids
smoother than honey
and more infinite
than the starry skied heavens
from which they came
curl the bubblegum lip
and grasp a newborn grip
around the most juvenile
of perceptions
which migrate like white geese
and speckled hummingbirds
with clairvoyance of destination
down the umbilical from Mother,
"You are Loved!"