The Birth of a Child

Ron Koppelberger

The Birth of a Child

The delicate bloom of replete shapes in evolution,

The birth of a child in solitary declarations of love,

A sure sated sensation keen in languishing desires of

Exhaling song, a gasp, a tear spoken by the inevitable dream

Of existence, in secrets adorned by the shadow of passion

And life, a ghostly creation in tenderly escorted bliss, in

Willful perfections of sublime embrace, an exalted season

                                                                      Of magic allure.