Inside the womb

Sittin’ in another room
Remembering from inside the womb

A cat’s meow, a dog’s bark
Listening from within the dark

The dark which few ever leave
The ignorance so hard to believe

A brighter day, a lonely prayer
A look ahead, void of despair
You ask how to be in a creative mood
To some a quest, for me my food

The joy of everyday life, so hard to behold
Must come by love; a sculptor’s mold

To be with a woman, creating love’s passion
An eternal joy, when done in my fashion

Slightly supreme. God’s infinite gift
For me, salvation, my wings can lift!

Bring me past foolish desires
And help me burn with enveloping fires