Performed by Val Cole
From within it stirs
Barely moving, barely awake
Its breath misting, steaming, warming;
Slowly it stretches
Its tentative touch
As fragile as floss spun glass
Crystalline, beautiful and alive.
Sentience claims it now;
Aflood with rainbow strands
Splashes of love
Chromatic, chaotic, clarity unconfined;
A symphony of angelic chorus
Innocent and perfect in its purity.
Its fractalline beauty unrivalled in grace.
No longer pulsing alone
It has twinned, paired –
Touch as soft as a cloud’s caress.
Gentle, calming, soothing, safe.
It is all of this and so much more.